Sunday Sun
I pedal on and it all beats down
The back of my neck and the Sunday sun
Ice melts in the sidewalk crack
I fall in the dying grass
Don't waste my time
Mikey laughs at the jokes she told
My friends are all here and we're growing old
The interstates will hear me out
I sing along, I sing along
Don't waste my time
Draw a line down my life
If you find me here, leave me behind
Figure eights beneath my nails
The Sunday sun makes me feel frail
Don't waste my time
The back of my neck and the Sunday sun
Ice melts in the sidewalk crack
I fall in the dying grass
Don't waste my time
Mikey laughs at the jokes she told
My friends are all here and we're growing old
The interstates will hear me out
I sing along, I sing along
Don't waste my time
Draw a line down my life
If you find me here, leave me behind
Figure eights beneath my nails
The Sunday sun makes me feel frail
Don't waste my time
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Simmons
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