Sunday

I'm trying to think of something less I'm tired of feeling nothingness I've got my bags all packed for summer but still I think it's Sunday Sunday My anxiety kills me Kills me It's the window to my darkest of souls Got a barrel of problems Problems All conditions that I don't wanna solve But it's out of my control I'm trying to think of something less I'm tired of feeling nothingness I've got my bags all packed for summer but still I think it's Sunday Sunday Can somebody help me Help Me I'm a disaster and I don't wanna lose Gotta break break from my cycles Cycles Wanna live but it's so hard to do But it's out of my con- Trol But it's out of my control It started when I was young So helpless and afraid I hated everything about the way that I was portrayed I didn't really know what to do But I found out there was a way to get through Away from all the shit that I'd done and the people that I'd wronged I found myself with open arms And popping a molly or two I'm trying to think of something less I'm tired of feeling nothingness I've got my bags all packed for summer but still I think it's Sunday Sunday I'm trying to think of something less I'm tired of feeling nothingness I've got my bags all packed for summer but still I think it's Sunday Sunday