Sunday Morning 가사

Swaying softly, streetlights glowing through my windows Trying on each dress I bought for you Do I look pretty When I ask you to hit me? Hands like barbed wire Wrapped around my throat, making me cry like I told you I wanted in the car, on the long drive home Baby, we're alone now Sunday morning, everything hurts except for you Except for you Except for you Except for you And I like thinking I'm no different from you Different from you Different from you When I go home at night, I think about the ways that I can get out Of the hold you’ve got me in Of the hold you’ve got me in You’ve still got time, waiting on the other side You’ll still be alright, if you just make it to the other side You’ll still be alright, even after all this time You’ll still be alright, you’ll still be alright