Sunday

Tell me the story 'bout your mothers hair How she burns and she burns till there's nothin' there You hand me a book you say its all in here How the years move on, and we'll never change Her old girls left Her new ones stayed But they sure don't make it easy on a Sunday Her old girls left Her new ones stayed But they sure don't make it easy on a Sunday Your sisters still on her parents cell plan She's got twins and a house and a husband You're living month to month in a mansion Till the old Chinese man needs his pension Your old girl left Your new one stayed But she left when she was lonely on a Sunday Your old girl left Your new one stayed But she left when she was lonely on a Sunday And why are we here alone And why can you heal my bones Don't stick your head in the internet Cuz if you stick it too deep won't come out again I can't fall asleep when I'm home now So I watch all your videos you've grown up Your old girl left But you see her face Cuz all you do is scroll up on a Sunday Your old girl left But you see her face Cuz all you do is scroll up on a Sunday And why are we here alone And why can you heal my bones I'm coming home on Christmas Can you live with that I missed your summer birthday, and I can't forget If you stay another year at the pot shop Your wall will be so high I won't be climbing up You're stuck in fear It holds you near I wish that we could kick it on a Sunday I wish that we could kick it on a Sunday I wish we were all together on a Sunday On a Sunday On a Sunday On a Sunday On a Sunday On a Sunday I wish we were all together on a Sunday On a Sunday On a Sunday On a Sunday On a Sunday On a Sunday I wish we were all together on a Sunday On a Sunday On a Sunday