Sunday

Sunday, up and about
Things are starting to work out
Not in love with you anymore
I don't have to do my dishes right away now
I don't really have to make my bed
Hardly ever in the kitchen, eat take-out
Hair on the floor when I shave my head

I miss the sex like the next man
But I search the internet with my left hand
Got your smile etched on my eyelid
Not a cry baby, but baby I did

And breaking up is hard to do
I felt rock bottom, how about you?
And waking up is hard when the past don't seem to pass
It seemed to last
And it's weird how Sundays used to be the one day
I missed you the most on, well hey
Guess that goes to show that someday
Everything will be okay

Sunday, up and about
Things are starting to work out
Not in love with you anymore
Somedays I've had my doubts
How will I ever learn to live without
What I used to live for and adore
And adore

I've picked up the pieces, moved on
Understood the reasons why you're gone
And there's really not a lot to say
I wish you would have stayed, but we're better off this way
I still think about the things we said
The promises we made, my memories are fed by
Just about anything these days
I hear your name and it's instant replay

But in a way it's kinda nice to be carefree
When I stumble through the door 'round three
In the morning, way past my limit
I kinda like my life without you in it

Sunday, up and about
Things are starting to work out
Not in love with you anymore
Somedays I've had my doubts
How will I ever learn to live without
What I used to live for and adore
And adore

Sunday, up and about
Things are starting to work out
Not in love with you anymore
Somedays I've had my doubts
How will I ever learn to live without
What I used to live for and adore
And adore