Like A Sunday

Like A Sunday
When your body melts
I stand up leaving all I hate
When I’m thinking about all the sweet and sad
Some fluids like the blood runs
Anyway I spell my own words only to tell what I want

Biting all this like a dog
Like a man stuck to his gun
Spell my own words

Things are too high
Thick as lies

Why
You
Feel
Your
Fall
You’re falling down

Take a breath now
To be living now
All that is from my eyes
That is mine
I had it my way
It’s so sweet and sad
Like our way
It’s sweet and sad