Sunday I'm Okay

I'm not crying over you
I'm just busy getting over it
When the sun takes me out in the rain
I think that she can feel my pain but burns bright
So my glow remains into the night
After the show, when you came, oh what a surprise
What pretty eyes on that face
It's Sunday I'm okay

I'm not singing about you
I'm singing bout getting over it
Have I heard, of that name, I can't tell
But it doesn't seem to ring a bell
The boys are gonna have a tussle over you
I'll have a chuckle or two at some stage
And I'll sing over my stolen chords til dawn if that's what it takes
It's Sunday I'm okay

Dancing sentences I missed
Keep me kicking like a kid
They'll have me picking up a shift
I'll sing about you my November song
In hopes that you might send me one when comes the day and
Sing me to your happy place
Ohhh

I'm not sinking under you
I'm just sat on the steps this night
With my pen, breathing in, pouring out
Every moment I fell down the stairs
And every hand I never ran through your hair
Oh your brain could have been mine for the blowing away
But hey
It's Sunday I'm okay

It's Sunday I'm okay
It's Sunday I'm okay
It's just you, it's just you
No don't let anybody change your ways
It's Sunday I'm okay
It's just you, it's just you
No don't let anybody change your ways
It's Sunday I'm okay

Okay
It's Sunday I'm okay
It's Sunday I'm okay
It's just you, it's just you
No don't let anybody change your ways
It's Sunday I'm okay
It's just you, it's just you
No don't let anybody change your ways