Sunday Lyrics

I'm stressed I'm tired

And a bit pissed off

I can go on and on when I talk

About nothing, but me and you

I'm angry, spastic,

And out of control

This talk is starting to take it tole

And I don't know what else to do

no matter how far I run

I can't get away from the Sunday morning

Sun Light is burning my face

and I just role cause I can't control

My pain

Running out of reasons to complain

Shout it out

My name sits pretty in your mouth

You act like nothing's interesting at all

We rumble spitballing at the wall

That was never built to last

And I've been erasing all of my time

The tears shed crying deep into the night

But I'll never erase the past

no matter how far I run

I can't get away from the Sunday morning

Sun Light is burning my face

and I just role cause I can't control

My pain

Running out of reasons to complain

Shout it out

My name sits pretty in your mouth

Accept the facts

Relax, okay

I walk you talk me to the grave

I cannot help, but to relate

You feel my pain

I feel unsafe

I rush across the street to say

I wouldn't change a single day

No matter how far I run

I can't walk away from the Sunday morning

Sun Light is burning my brains

And I can't walk away from the Sunday morning

Sun Light is burning my face

And I can't walk away from the Sunday morning

Sun Light is burning my brains

And I can't walk away from the Sunday morning pain