Elliott Brood - A Month of Sundays Lyrics

I ain't seen you in a month of Sundays
You cut me on down then you tell me you love me
Carry on just like you do
You saying bad things and you mean them too

If we weren't family would we still be friends
Will I be seeing you less and less?

Well I picked up and left a the drop of a hat
And well I picked up a habit but you know about that
I owe a little money to a couple of friends
If you send a little more I'll never ask you again

If we weren't family would we still be friends
Did you get any of those letters I sent?

You can't keep putting up walls around
The way you're living is bringing us down

Now you stagger on down to the well in town
Taking on anyone that comes around
Man you're just like me but you don't know it yet
Neither one of us is getting out with no regrets

If we weren't family would we still be friends
Will I be seeing you less and less?

What's going round is coming round
What's going round is coming round
What's going round is coming round
What's going round is coming round

What's coming round is going round
What's coming round is going round
What's going round is coming round