Sundays

This place looks different than you remember
Fires out you didn't leave an ember
Folding the new sheets you never slept on
I used to be okay with being alone

Pacing through a vacant hall
No more painting on the wall
I'm doing fine, but when week ends I shift

Know it shouldn't but
Sundays change my mind

The hair of the dog just wanna arrest this
Cause all of our weekends were electric
It's only mid-day, but I'm in a spiral
Six more days, a vicious cycle

It never was my favorite day
You made me like it anyway
I'm doing fine, but when week ends I shift

Know it shouldn't but
Sundays change my mind

Thread from my shirt, wrapped around your finger
Untethered stitches, gather and linger
I'm tripping further that you get away

The mess you've made by walking forward
Left me cold no shirt to borrow
I don't know if I know how to sew this back

I don't wanna even have to try
Sundays change my mind



Credits
Writer(s): Zane Carney, Caroline Haynes, Katheryn Jane Haynes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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