Sunday After

She says "It's over" as she puts on her coat in the rain.

She's screaming, leaving yet I'm the one to blame.

4 months sober I thought maybe I would change.

Read a book long ago, talking bout Judgement Day.

If life is a game baby, maybe we're all just pawns.

Use and confuse me, abuse me however you want.

Til one day, when we all march on.

Sunday after, comes the rapture, baby you've been warned.

You must kill your pride, before you kill your shame.

Many folks have tried, many change their names.

I'm undecided but I know my fate.

If life is a game baby, maybe we're all just pawns.

Use and confuse me, abuse me however you want.

Til one day, when we all march on.

Sunday after, comes the rapture, baby you've been warned.

She says "it's over" as she put's on her coat in the rain