Sunday

I'm high in the bathroom again

I'm finding things in my reflection

I hear my future waiting on the other side of the door

Somebody's bound to break in

And read me at my lowest point

I can't put a finger on it

I'm more together than before

I'm coasting

Feeling like I've lost all hope in

Everything that don't come running

To my fingertips

Or something

Is wrong with me it might be nothing

Or maybe I've just lost all motive

Or something

Sunday's for feeling again

Erase my sins from days before

Oh me and religion aren't friends

It guilts me more I enjoy

The days blur into one

As I become nocturnal

Aversion to the sun

I guess I've come undone

I'm coasting

Feeling like I've lost all hope in

Everything that don't come running

To my fingertips

Or something

Is wrong with me it might be nothing

Or maybe I've just lost all motive

Or something

I've lost it

The motive

Alone and all I know is

Repentance

On Sunday

I pray for better days

I'm tied up

I'm thrown out

I'm higher at home now

I'm thinking about how life could turn on me now

I'm coasting

Feeling like I've lost all hope in

Everything that don't come running

To my fingertips

Or something

Is wrong with me it might be nothing

Or maybe I've just lost all motive

Or something