Sunday

Goddamn Jesus, Mary son
Something bothering baby
Wear your magic on your sleeve and dance goodnight
Goddamn everyone to hell
Scared of what they tell me
Now I'm feeling sick again and I can't leave

Don't you wanna be my new friend
Don't you wanna be my new friend
You have a lot on your hands, I understand
Where I am
(Don't you wanna be my new friend)
Where I play
(Don't you wanna be my new friend)
Does it have to be the same thing everyday
(You have a lot on your hands, I understand)

Monday I will try my luck
Tuesday I don't give a fuck
Wednesday I'm just not enough
Is this realistic
Thursday when it comes and goes
Friday sitting all alone
Saturday talking on the phone
Is this realistic

Goddamn every single thing
That I wanna do today
Paint myself a new design I can't escape
I do not have money
And I do not have friends so

Monday I will try my luck
Tuesday I don't give a fuck
Wednesday I'm just not enough
Is this realistic
Thursday when it comes and goes
Friday sitting all alone
Saturday talking on the phone
Is this realistic

La la la



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Writer(s): Dylan Spitler
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