Sunday

Sundays when the rules change

And your phone rings like it's supposed to

But you don't know what you're doing

To this love and, and she knows it

I don't wanna waste your time

Making rules that don't apply

But I know these feelings change

And it's hard to rearrange

But come Monday you'll be back to

Making sense of what you're supposed to

Sunday feels so far away

I don't wanna waste your time

Making rules that don't apply

But I know these feelings change

And it's hard to rearrange

I'm trying to turn it off

But I can't leave it off

I couldn't sleep tonight

Wondering why

We go back to what we're supposed to

We go back to