Sunday slips away,
and the plans are halfway done,
but gave way to fun.
My chapter seven,
held me back said, “Look at me,
don’t leave me like this!”
I woke at seven,
and I crashed into morning,
dazed, I staggered out.
As complex as simple is.
Sunday slips away,
and the plans are halfway done,
but gave way to fun.
My chapter seven,
held me back said, “Look at me,
don’t leave me like this!”
I woke at seven,
and I crashed into morning,
dazed, I staggered out.