Sundays

I ain't got nothing to hide but I act like I do
When I dream I am dreaming of you
Give me seeds of your truth
And I'll grow like a clover up over the hill
She gave me sun rays I hope that you will
Least give me Sundays cause I need to heal
I'll die a thousand deaths
Look what you did to me
Why are you proud of this mess?
And its clear immaturity brought you to me
Are you sure what you want what you need
Isn't different than you thought it'd be
Is it different than you thought it'd be?
Cause everything changes and I'm quite amazed
That I walked to this party for basically no reason
Everyone wanna be free
But the way that they talk they ain't ever gone be

Do you wanna
Do you wanna
Do you wanna
Do you wanna
Do you wanna
Do you wanna
Do you wanna be with me
Do you wanna be with me

Alright, yeah
Blue, green, grey envelopes
In memory of the way we went
Walking blindly
Our eyes fixated on the unimportant
I can't accept health and mental hygiene
Frayed strands of rope only weaken
You let my words hang in the air like snowflakes
Gently let me down with no breaks
It hurt more for me than you
I'm sure



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Stockman
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