It Must Be Sunday Lyrics

I woke up in a strange place

In a bed that isn't mine

There's a bunch of picture frames around

That I don't recognize

My mouth is filled with cotton

My head is filled with lead

I think that I've forgotten

Nearly everything I said

I'm afraid if I roll over

I won't like what I see

Maybe if I move real slow

I'll grab my things and flee

I'm afraid that if I wake you

You'll think I'll know your name

I knew this was a big mistake

I'll take my walk of shame

It must be Sunday

It must be Sunday

I see my pants, I see my shoes

But I don't see my shirt

Winter days and walking blues

I know it's gonna hurt

There is no greater distance

Than steps from bed to curb

I keep living this existence

Cause, I've been over served

I'm afraid if I roll over

I won't like what I see

Maybe if I move real slow

I can grab my things and flee

I'm afraid that if I wake you

You'll think I'll know your name

I knew this was a big mistake

I'll take my walk of shame

It must be Sunday

It must be Sunday

I woke up in a strange place

In a bed that isn't mine

There's a bunch of picture frames around

That I don't recognize

My mouth is filled with cotton

My head is filled with lead

I think that I've forgotten

Nearly everything I said

I'm afraid if I roll over

I won't like what I see

Maybe if I move real slow

I can grab my things and flee

I'm afraid that if I wake you

You'll think I'll know your name

I knew this was a big mistake

I'll take my walk of shame

It must be Sunday

It must be Sunday

It must be Sunday

It must be Sunday