Sunday Sara

Been in bed since 4pm
Waiting for your call
Decided to search the web
When I came across her wall

Sara was an old friend
Or so I thought til I dug deep
She’s been in town since Sunday
Explains why you’ve been busy all week

I hear it
The silence

It’s like an eclipse
Too tempting to resist
Til it stares back
And you’re left with blurry vision

Been awake since 4am
Feeling kind of faint
Sunday’s brunette forecast brought brown-eyed betrayal

Sara likes to be chased
She’ll drink you up til you start to drown
It feels good today
But once she caught, will she stick around?

I doubt it
My darling

It’s like an eclipse
Too tempting to resist
Til it stares back
And you’re left with blurry vision
An apocalypse
Was wasted on her lips
Hell rested in the switch
Of Sara’s indecision

(Ooh, like a knife
Cut a hole in me, I’m bleeding, bleeding)
(Ooh, like a knife
You got a hold on me, I’m bleeding, bleeding)