Sundays

I do the things
I'm meant to do
I hit the gym
And take it one day at a time
I write it down
And tell a friend
Breathe in for 5
And out for 10

And every day I find another way to be alright alone

If I could only figure Sundays

I'm making art
And calling mum
I'm keeping busy
Trying to find myself for fun
I stay out late
And dance for me
Then I look for you
In almost everyone I meet

And every day I find another way to be alright alone

If I could only figure Sundays
Wipe the image from my eyes
Your face a something sunny
And your figure folded gently into mine
If I could only figure Sundays
Forget the feeling of your hair
On my fingertips, and to my lips
The way it felt to kiss you everywhere
If I could only figure Sundays
Forget the parts I want to hold
The subtle times I caught your eye
And both of us imagined growing old
If I could only figure Sundays
I'd know exactly what to do
If I could only figure how to do a Sunday without

I've worked out late nights in London
The gigs we'd have gone to
I've found my own parties
And I've gone there just me
The day trips and holidays
Hotels we'll never stay
I'll spread myself out wide
Or invite some company
I'm writing, feeling
Looks like I'm healing
I'm meeting new people and
Spending my evenings
How I want, with myself
I'm caring 'bout my health
I'm leaning, I'm patient
I'm finding my way since you walked away

But something in me just can't quite work out

Sundays
The image settles in my eyes
Your face a something sunny
And your figure folded gently into mine
If I could only figure Sundays
Forget the feeling of your hair
On my fingertips, and to my lips
The way it felt to kiss you everywhere
If I could only figure Sundays
Forget the parts I want to hold
Still sometimes I see your eyes
For a second I imagine growing old
If I could only figure Sundays
I'd know exactly what to do

If I could only figure how to do a Sunday without you