Sunday Morning Lyrics

Yeah

Don't keep waiting for your loved ones

Don't keep waiting yeah

Pointed at my head it's like a small gun

Pointed at my head

Devil always moving onto my tongue

But I don't even let it out

I guess that it's better for everyone

That's judging in their head

Now that all the haters are gone we could talk that talk we could make some progress

Leave it open in the end we're not a secret Hold on maybe if we try we could beat it

If you needed to be free to be yourself then you might as put the chains back on leave it

Leave it open to interpretation

Not my job it is not my station

Shy girl in the back hella evasive

Drew artwork for a past time naked

Never knew the message but knew that she could make it

Own it made it to create a moment

Athlete scored a hat trick in the stands

For his mom who couldn't stand with the iv in her hand on a Sunday morning

Eyes closed yawning

Rain is pouring rain is pouring

Sunday morning

Mass is dressed in black for another story

The story of a man who spent his life in glory

Gave candy to the kids when he came through the door

He was a FedEx delivery man a good employee

Made sure that his family never had to worry

But they found him at thirty-six on a Sunday morning

He left a note on the table that looked like it was worn in

It said I'm sorry I couldn't see her like this before me

But you just go make your mama proud you don't have to worry

I got your college tuition paid all of it is covered

Don't have to understand just know that I'm a lover

Don't keep waiting