Sunday Lyrics

Sundays are for crying

Sundays are for dreading what is coming

And let's be honest, they are rarely ever sunny

No matter where we are

It's a day meant to be spent under the covers 'till it ends

A day meant to be spent under the covers

Cause you barely know

What you're getting into

You barely even know, you hardly ever do

From Monday to six days in, it'll be good

Till Sunday begins

Certainly not a happy day

And it will be all gray

On Sunday freedom will confuse you

And opportunities won't shine like they did when first presented to you

It's a day meant to be spent under the covers 'till it ends

A day meant to be spent under the covers

Cause you barely know

What you're getting into

You barely even know, well you hardly ever do

From Monday to six days in, it'll be good

Till Sunday begins

Certainly not a happy day

Sundays are for crying, for reflecting on flaws

Believing in your darkest thoughts

They're meant for ruminating and begging it to end

Certainly not a happy day

Should've stayed deep down, deep down down

Under the covers

Deep down, deep down down under the covers

Under the covers with me