Blue Sunday

On my blue Sunday

There's nothing else that I can do

I throw my troubles away

Don't do nothing I don't want to

And as your body takes shape

I draw your shadow in my room

I got a lot to take in and nowhere to begin

She told me, she told me oh no

don't you keep me waiting baby

Don't want to be something

If I gotta sell my wounds to you

Dig up a memory I hate

Get some attention when I do

Now everybody knows best

Only see things how they want to

When papers roll in, it doesn't have to be me

But it will, but it will never be you

Kick me down, mess me up a little more than last time

Kick me down, mess me up a little more than last time

In the back of my head

Where the devils come play

Nothing better than this

I'm not missing a thing

And if you lay me down

Just let me burn instead

And if I get knocked down

I don't want to go back

In the back of my head

Where the devils come play

Nothing better than this

I'm not missing a thing

In the house that I live

Where I spend all my days

Nothing better than this

I don't miss anything