Sundays

I know I signify more to you than stability alone

Like August in a midwestern state

Full of grace and half-broken bones

You're falling over your own

Unfortunate songs

You can soak in all the sun you want

But it can't burn away your home

You're so close to changing forever and I'm too close to my family to notice

This year had better make me a new man

This liar could reach out and find me

And I don't look up to enough local heroes

I still don't feel inspired enough to change

You'll leave me more than a martyr would ask for

With civil service and my conscience to blame

I'm sorry I made you lose focus

I didn't think you slept enough to dream

Of a never-ending need to follow and a never-ending need to try and persuade me