sunday, pt. 2
Lyrics
I promise you that I could stay
If you wanted me to
It feels like Sunday
When you'd call me up again
We could do whatever
Never have to play pretend
Because on Monday
Everybody knows it then
You're a vacant body
And you act like I'm nobody again
It feels like
It's been years since I had felt so fucking hopeless
Sundays come and go but I'm no stranger to condolences
Blanking out is pretty frequent, I can't focus
And if things were getting worse then chances are I wouldn't notice it
At least I'm good now
You never cared, you never would, how?
It seems to me you're in control of it
Blanking out is pretty frequent, I can't focus
If things were getting worse then chances are I wouldn't notice it
Oooh I'm in deep now
I can't see how
I used to live at all, I moved on
To greener pastures
Lungs capsized by laughter
Walls with fucked up plaster
Baby I'm the aftermath of something bad
But it's that look in your eyes, make my heart melt
And I'll tell you it all, it is heartfelt
I got nothing to spare, leave it all on the table
Know when to fold, but I don't think I'm able
It feels like
It's been years since I had felt so fucking hopeless
Sundays come and go but I'm no stranger to condolences
Blanking out is pretty frequent, I can't focus
And if things were getting worse then chances are I wouldn't notice it
At least I'm good now
You never cared, you never would, how?
It seems to me you're in control of it
Blanking out is pretty frequent, I can't focus
If things were getting worse then chances are I wouldn't notice it
I promise you that I could stay
If you wanted me to
If you wanted me to
I promise you that I could stay
If you wanted me to
It feels like Sunday
When you'd call me up again
We could do whatever
Never have to play pretend
Because on Monday
Everybody knows it then
You're a vacant body
And you act like I'm nobody again
It feels like
It's been years since I had felt so fucking hopeless
Sundays come and go but I'm no stranger to condolences
Blanking out is pretty frequent, I can't focus
And if things were getting worse then chances are I wouldn't notice it
At least I'm good now
You never cared, you never would, how?
It seems to me you're in control of it
Blanking out is pretty frequent, I can't focus
If things were getting worse then chances are I wouldn't notice it
Oooh I'm in deep now
I can't see how
I used to live at all, I moved on
To greener pastures
Lungs capsized by laughter
Walls with fucked up plaster
Baby I'm the aftermath of something bad
But it's that look in your eyes, make my heart melt
And I'll tell you it all, it is heartfelt
I got nothing to spare, leave it all on the table
Know when to fold, but I don't think I'm able
It feels like
It's been years since I had felt so fucking hopeless
Sundays come and go but I'm no stranger to condolences
Blanking out is pretty frequent, I can't focus
And if things were getting worse then chances are I wouldn't notice it
At least I'm good now
You never cared, you never would, how?
It seems to me you're in control of it
Blanking out is pretty frequent, I can't focus
If things were getting worse then chances are I wouldn't notice it
I promise you that I could stay
If you wanted me to
If you wanted me to
Writer(s): Michael Hoovler
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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