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



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Simmons
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