Sunday Song <3

Wasting time around the clock, fucking filled with writer's block
Talented with small talk, I'm a take a long walk
Off a short pier
There's something in the atmosphere, someone get me out of here
Up into the stratosphere
I need my space
Away from the human race
Why you screaming always uppercase, baby come down
Too high too high
Misplaced my mind in the smoke cloud
I don't know now
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know who I am now
I don't know

The Sunday snow is falling and it's quiet now
I'm sorry that I can't come out I'm still here somehow
Will you talk to me although I don't know what I'm about
Will someone get me out right now



Credits
Writer(s): Laurel Westphal
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