I Hate Sundays
It’s 5:17pm, sleepyhead
I still haven’t got out of bed,
Lights off and the curtains are closed,
I don’t want to face the world today
The truth is; I’m not okay.
I fell asleep to the morning light
Drank right all through the night,
I live for the weekends,
Well, I guess just the Saturdays
But they always seem so far away.
The stress of exams keeps me from you
Your smile is all I need to get me through
You are beautiful,
I need you here,
To help me face all my fears.
Here comes another weekend comedown
In all the caffeine, I’m drinking, I could drown
I hate Sundays
Only six days remain,
Until I get to do this all again.
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JazzHands
Commented 48 months ago - 23rd May 2012 - 12:07pm