The Sun Lyrics

The sun hangs over Sunday
and I'm tangled in sheets
it creeps between my eyelids
seems the blinds sprung a leak
pills crushed in wine are a headache sometimes
but not 'til the feelings worn off
still the sun hangs over Sunday
and I'm not getting up
There's nothing like a beautiful morning
no there's nothing like a beautiful day
no there's nothing like a beautiful morning
to make me hate the way I hate myself today the sun hangs over Sunday
I pull the blankets over my head
and it creeps between the stitches
I melt like wax in my bed
there was someone here last night
before I closed my eyes
She's just a scent on the sheets
still the sun hangs over Sunday
and I'm gettin' the f*ck back to sleep
the sun hangs over Sunday
and I'm hung over as well
the sun hangs over Sunday
and I'm hung over as hell

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