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
And 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