Sunday came in bartering for my sins
In a gown of overcast and shifting moods
She trades forgiveness for whiskey and a fifth
She hopes that it'll lure me out of my room
And yes she speaks
It ain't been working for weeks
"It's been better," I admit to myself
As I circumvent the dark thoughts in my head
Singing "We can get up whenever we please.
"We can choose when we get out of our beds."
Won't you let me sleep?
Stop it with your comforting!
But then in the culmination of it all
I'm left aimless as I'm brandishing my pen
I'm running out of excuses not to love you
You're no obstacle or enemy, you're my friend
So tomorrow morning I'll start by treating you fairly
Instead of smothering you in all of your mishappenings
You're the only person that'll never leave me
It's more the truth than just sarcastic flattery
And so I sing:
"I'll help you to help me."