Gloomy Sunday

Is it Sunday again? Where are all of my friends? Maybe I should open up That's where it ends and begins Pull the sheets over my pain Pull the thoughts out the drain Pull out the memories, enemies, felonies Cleverly summon this energy Energy for my extremities To me pull up out of my tendencies To remind my brain of the 70s Just need to stay alive It's a gloomy day inside It's a rainstorm in my mind It's a reminder of that time I told you That i am just hanging on to survive I bottled it up but it's over A Psychosomatic disorder Blamed it on everyone else, after blaming myself for too long, a spill over Channeled my anger toward her I tried to reheat my leftovers, I tried to get outta my bed, but i still kinda dread Now i gotta get over this Gloomy Sunday Yeah, Sunday gloomy Sunday But don't lay me down with a bouquet Just Set me down with an ashtray Don't say goodbye to me just wait Shouldn't waste a day Yeah Maybe I should shave But not like Richie, my arms look just great No, Tenenbaum's out of my mind Reminding me of a time When nothing wasn't fine Rest of the week I was blind But opened my eyes on a Gloomy Sunday Everyday feels like a Sunday Every way feels like the wrong way Feel like a modern day cliche Thinking that maybe Im not ok A psychological skit A hypothetical slit Me and my brain got in sync I can finally think, and I'm done with this shit Won't put up with it My phone won't ring, oh shit Damn it's on silence again 18 missed calls and a hit I should probably answer back Or maybe take another nap Maybe take another trip, feeling sorry again I bottled it up but it's over Psychosomatic disorder Blamed it on everyone else, after blaming myself for too long, a spill over Channeled my anger toward her I tried to reheat my leftovers, I tried to get outta my bed, but i still kinda dread, now i gotta get over this Gloomy Sunday