Hate Sundays

Hate Sundays
They're my worst days
Fuck me up even more than Mondays
Scroll left through a bunch of ugly cunts
Eat my own body weight in monster munch
Didn't sign up for life to be this tough tough tough tough

Scroll through google
Like a broshure
Gonna to put a new life together
Oh god
I can't face myself anymore

And would you run away with me
And pretend that we were like 17
Where the rules are none
And the drugs are free
And there is no one else in the galaxy
When we would spin drink on the boulevards
Hooking up in the back of cars
Now I'm staring in the mirror
Thinking how did it get to this?
Yea
Is this all life really is?

Hate sundays
Cos I'm lonely
But it hurts my pride too much to say
So I block it out
With whatever I can get
Booze, junk and soulless sex
Hours on the Internet
Lately it just seems
I'm crushed by the smallest things
I'm exhausted by who I pretend to be

I wanna run so far away
And live like I was Shantaram
So sick of this robotic existence defining who I am
I'm way too young to feel this old
Choking on the bullshit I've been sold
And now I'm staring in the mirror
Thinking how did it get to this?

Sadness creeps in through the backdoor
At first so quietly
That you don't even notice
That it's started to unpack
And stealing your valuables one by one
As it slowly shuts the curtains
Until all of a sudden
You find yourself sat in the dark
With walls stripped bare
And vultures eating your insides

Can you see me?
Am I invisible now?
It's raining in my head
I'm drowning in my thoughts again

Can you see me?
Am I invisible now?
It's raining in my head
I'm drowning in my thoughts again