It's Sunday, you're walking down 10th Street But with her, just how it was with me Listening to songs we would play I heard that she loves "Eat Sleep Wake" And I'm dreaming 'bout you screwing me Over now Started believing in what I would see I found out It's Monday, I ask you a question so mundane You glance her direction Leaving little thoughts up in the air I heard that she loves catching you stare And I'm dreaming 'bout you screwing me Over now Started believing in what I would see I found out Maybe it's my fault Was it my mind? I was too scared of the fall I just had my doubts (doubts, doubts) Now she gives you her all, the one that you call and I'm– ♪ And I'm dreaming 'bout you screwing me Over now Wasn't believing in what I would see I found out