Sunday Funday

I'm sorry that I don't know how to talk about drinkin'

You said Dad's on a bend and you're

Sending those texts while you're shaking away

I'm holding my nose and jumping into this faking the lines

'Cause I just see the frame, I was never that good with the painting

But you're crying and sober (Crying, sober)

'Cause Sunday is over (It's over)

I'm trying to handle it as tight as I can (I'm trying)

You're lying awake, you're turning away and detaching

'Cause whenever I ask what it is

You say, "Thank you for asking again"

For holding my hand (Holding my hand)

For helping me handle (Helping me)

See, I'm laughing

And adjusting the frame so you don't see the pain when it happens

But you're crying and sober (Crying, sober)

'Cause Sunday is over (It's over)

And I'm trying to handle it as tight as I can (Trying to)

You're crying and sober

'Cause Sunday is over

I'm crying and sober

'Cause Sunday is over