Coming Undone

Sunday woke up At the top of his stairs Wondering how long he'd been sitting there for Scared of sleep walking Down to his death So he locks himself inside his doors He says what if I fall It's a long way down It's much easier Living life with a gun to your head And I can't help coming undone Somebody calls him So he answers the phone It's the girl than he first loved She said Sunday I miss I want to see you and we'll be together soon He said what if the plane that I take Crashes and burns It's so lonely Living life with a gun to your head And I can't help coming undone He says I'll never fly Those things got broken wings You know I'd love to see you but I Don't think I'd be happy No I'll stay This way