Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday

I'm gonna turn the TV on

There's no holiday from being left alone again

I'm crossing the parade

I don't know a single soul

Maybe I should stay

Easter Sunday

I even almost went to mass

I just wanna stand with the chorus of irrelevance

I got no family

Someone thought they found a future when away from me

Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday

Somewhere on 8th Avenue

All the lights are out and no one's on the street tonight

No one saw me home

It was just like any day and everybody's on their own

The boys pile in the Chevy Nova

There's no room for me

The boys peel out like badass rebels

Who's around for me?

Easter Sunday

I tried to make a dozen plans

Traditions I don't understand

I didn't mean to turn you off

I didn't mean to turn you off

I didn't mean to turn you off

I didn't mean to turn you off