Pretty Sundays
Well it’s a foggy Monday Morning, Trying to recall Friday night
Light Shows and Giant Drinks, 20 Bars and Bathroom Sinks
Colored Cocktails that never quench, A police car and this hard ass bench
Where did my car keys and my wallet go
I’m Contemplating Wednesday, the week is moving slow
Parking Lots and Traffic jams, Price of Gas and Bumper slams
Lame ass jobs, tv rip-off schemes, bill collector done stole my dreams
Too many minutes, to Friday night
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Well im Jumping bouncing, busting out
Trying not to cry and pout
Despite it all I love these silly scenes
That makes the boring seem obscene
Magnifies my view, so I can clearly see, all the pretty Sundays
In absolutely everything about you
Another Rainy Thursday, doing laundry at the mat
Kicking dryers, losing socks
Wacky folks just like to talk
Shoving dollars in machines, all my whites are now milky greens
Paydays already spent, forgetting about this
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Sunday mornings here, Its late were still in bed
Covers piled up on your side, my ass is cold
My brain is fried
Thinking hard about giving up
But watching you just keeps me stuck
Ill gladly lay here with you till tonight
Matter fact
Ill gladly lay here with you all my life