Sunday

Take a second, listen, let the smoke clear.
Same day, different year - i wanted to be your everything.
I watched the sparks subside, saw the shimmer in your eyes die.
Is this everything you feared?
I wanted to tell you everything.

That's what you'll get when you mess with this.
That's what you'll get.

The sunday skies stretch out like a lifeline.
I guess i've got to figure this out- i thought i could run thru everything.
St-st-stutter when you speak, eyes are heavy & your heart's weak.
Is this love, or a pipe dream?
I wanted to take on everyone.

That's what you'll get when you mess with this.
That's what you'll get.

Wide awake on a sunday morning. you're not hearing any of it, and i wish i was missed like this.