such a sunday

She said, "it's such a Sunday"
Rolling oceanic waves across
The cool blue comforter
The curtain cracks a smile

The only light that enters
Hits the many mirrors we've amassed
I catch a glimpse of many multitudes of us

How many years have stood
On backs of other years of massive
Fights and fun and fucking up
And fucking in the mud

And now somehow we got here
Stumbled through the cold
And summer crud that caked
And crumbled off
Revealing all this shiny stuff

And it fucks me up
And it fucks me up

You won't believe me when I tell you
We were this close to the end
Or maybe from the outside
I'm overreacting

All I can say is way back when
If I had told the truth
We might not be here rolling through
This blissful Sunday morning

And it fucks me up
And it fucks me up
And it fucks me up
And it fucks me up



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Desimine
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