Last Sunday

Suspended again. I want to land,
I'm held up.
Whats the hold up here?

You took your hand
and moved the shores,
and placed them
where they came from-through the doors
So I'm washed away even more...

Maybe its the mixed tape playing,
maybe its last Sunday saying
"maybe there's somebody waiting right beside me"
maybe this is all for nothing
all i know is i keep trusting
anything that might be something
and I don't know why

More years down; you're still around
hows that for a trap door now?
I'm dying to explain
how you've taken me down.

Maybe i love you.
Or maybe I'd love to.
What did you do?

Maybe its the mixed tapes playing,
maybe its last Sunday saying
"maybe there's somebody waiting right beside me
maybe i could use some saving
maybe this is worth remaking
I think my hearts just misbehaving
and I don't know why