Sundays

Why do you always mess it up on Sundays

Too much time for drinking

Now you’re overthinking everything

Waiting for something

But you were left here standing

Now you’re freezing and he won’t call you back

Nothing wrong with that

Tie my shoes always

So I don’t trip when I start running

Took all my time to waste away

Still got lots to say

Waiting for something

But you were left here standing

Now you’re freezing and he won’t call you back

Maybe we would always see red

But I don’t know how

I don’t know when

We are for nothing

Why do you always mess it up on Sundays

Too much time for drinking

Now you’re overthinking everything

Waiting for something

But you were left here standing

Now you’re freezing and he won’t call you back

Maybe we would always see red

But I don’t know how

I don’t know when

We are for nothing

What about you?

Would you still be here if no one helped you?

Stop and leave it alone

No one can save you

It’s time to go home

Nothing wrong with that