[Verse 1]
Momma says I'm up to no good again
Couldn't make her proud, though I did my best
I feel like a mess
I feel like I'm stuck in the wrong skin
I feel like I'm sick
But I'm having trouble swallowing my own medicine
[Chorus]
Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water
And wash me clean, I'm still struggling
Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be
Can't you see I'm struggling?
[Verse 2]
I keep God locked in a picture frame
So I feel a little better about my numbered days
Yeah, I confess
The questions and the answers seem to the sound the same
I'm just like the rest
Standing tall, pretending not to be afraid
[Chorus]
Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water
And wash me clean, I'm still struggling
Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be
Can't you see I'm struggling?
[Bridge]
Sunday, come around, lift me up again
Never too proud for a helping hand
I've been feeling down
Can you heal me now?
Sunday, come around, lift me up again
Never too proud for a helping hand
I've been feeling down
Can you heal me now?
[Chorus]
Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water
And wash me clean, I'm still struggling
Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be
Can't you see I'm struggling?
Sunday was written by Joy Oladokun.
Sunday was produced by Robopop.
Joy Oladokun released Sunday on Wed Jun 19 2019.
The biggest privilege of being a songwriter is being able to write the type of song that I needed to hear when I was younger. ‘Sunday’ is the song that 12-year-old Joy, seated in the back of church youth group, needed to hear. She needed to hear that you can be queer and happy. Queer and healthy. Qu...