Sunday 가사

Today felt like Sunday So did yesterday And the day before tomorrows War will be waking up for another day Just like every other day All my shirts don't fit All my words are shit Always looking for a flavor that don't exist Dependent on dependance that I don't declare So what's the problem here? Here's to another shitty year Deflate my head Take me off of that cloud I am nothing to be proud of Take me off your back I want to run Off into the nearest setting Sun I avoid mirrors Haven't seen myself in years Is my hair still brown? Am I still a clown? Or did my makeup wash away? Did I melt on a summers day? I can't change your view What I am to you is if I'm not good enough for myself Why am I too good for everybody else? Here's the bullet, take your best shot Deflate my head Take me off of that cloud I am nothing to be proud of Take me off your back I want to run Off into the nearest setting Sun, alright Today felt like Sunday So did yesterday And the day before tomorrows War will be waking up for another day Just like every other day Deflate my head Take me off of that cloud I am nothing to be proud of Take me off your back I want to run Off into the nearest setting Sun Deflate my head Take me off of these clouds Cause I am nothing to be proud of Take me off your back I want to run Off into the nearest loaded gun