My Sunday Boy

A girl getting over a guy.

Country blasting out my radio and day dreams floating 'round my head,
I told you I was yours, but what was it you said?
Ain't the right time, or maybe not this place?
Well you should have known right then by the look upon my face;

You were my Sunday boy, but I was your Friday gal.
I thought you were my heaven, but you turned that to hell
You showed me how not to love in a world full of hate
Maybe it was luck we met, but you leaving was more like fate

It was never your fault, you had it blamed all on me
I should've never cared for you, and now I hope you see
I'm better off without you, and now that I've moved on
I'm pretty damn glad you're finally long gone

All those night time calls, with you lulling me to sleep
I miss your pretty voice, but your words were pretty cheap
Maybe you stopped my smiling for a day or two
But baby all those smiles were about as true as you

So what's in store now, since you're no longer here?
A Friday with my girls, my hand holdin' a beer
Karaoke on the stage, maybe I'll get up and sing
Cause without you in my life I ain't missing a thing.