Sunday

Sundays are for crying
Sundays are for dreading what is coming
And let's be honest, they are rarely ever sunny
No matter where we are

It's a day meant to be spent under the covers 'till it ends
A day meant to be spent under the covers

Cause you barely know
What you're getting into
You barely even know, you hardly ever do
From Monday to six days in, it'll be good
Till Sunday begins
Certainly not a happy day

And it will be all gray
On Sunday freedom will confuse you
And opportunities won't shine like they did when first presented to you

It's a day meant to be spent under the covers 'till it ends
A day meant to be spent under the covers

Cause you barely know
What you're getting into
You barely even know, well you hardly ever do
From Monday to six days in, it'll be good
Till Sunday begins
Certainly not a happy day

Sundays are for crying, for reflecting on flaws
Believing in your darkest thoughts
They're meant for ruminating and begging it to end
Certainly not a happy day

Should've stayed deep down, deep down down
Under the covers
Deep down, deep down down under the covers
Under the covers with me



Credits
Writer(s): Christiaan Grem, Daisy G Cools, Ocker C Klootwijk
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