Sundays Suck

Verse 1

Woke up with a headache and a hollow grin

Sunday morning creeping through the blinds again

I swore off every bottle on the shelf

Now I'm just a stranger to my own damn self

Pre-Chorus

And I bite my tongue

Till the blood runs warm

Yeah I bite my tongue

Chorus

Sundays suck and so do I

Sundays suck and so do I

Everything I touch I ruin

Every good thing turns to stone

Post-Chorus

(So do I)

(So do I)

Verse 2

Poured the last one down the kitchen drain

Watched it circle like a guilty little rain

My hands are shaking but my mind is clear

And I hate the quiet more than I hate the fear

Pre-Chorus

So I clench my jaw

Till the anger fades

Yeah I clench my jaw

Chorus

Sundays suck and so do I

Sundays suck and so do I

Everything I touch I ruin

Every good thing turns to stone

Post-Chorus

(So do I)

(So do I)

Bridge

I built these walls to keep the world away

Now I'm the only prisoner they hold

I'm the only prisoner they hold

Chorus

Sundays suck and so do I

Sundays suck and so do I

Nothing left to lose or prove

Nothing left to call my own

Post-Chorus

(So do I)

(So do I)

Sundays suck and so do I