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** 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