Sunday

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