Sunday Morning

Throw your life away just to see who would notice
Like a whisper in your ear you've got too much to say with no time left to turn your thoughts into something real
You were present enough just to make a difference like the poison in your beer
You want things without the cost you think drinks are on the house
It ain't that way, it ain't that way
Thinking that you came from a normal life, you had tons of cash to spare
Never had to learn to save receipts or work for what you wear
Put it on your tab just to make a point, but you'd never dream to share
No one's rich without a heart, are you empty inside, yet?
But, you won't make it home on Sunday morning
Car crash on the ice, you had it coming
Is this who you want to be?
Nothing in this life is free
You're just a pretty face
You got what you don't deserve
I wanna see you with those hands down to the pole
But, you won't even get to make it down far
You're dozing off behind the wheel of your brand-new car
And while you lose control
I'll help you question if you ever hurt our soul
I'll make the comet call
to let you fuckin' parents know that
you won't make it home on Sunday morning
Car crash on the ice, you had no warning
Is this who you want to be?
Nothing in this life is free