Momma says I'm up to no good again I couldn't make her proud, though I did my best I feel like a mess I feel like I'm stuck in the wrong skin I feel like I'm sick But I'm havin' trouble swallowin' my medicine Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water And wash me clean, I'm still struggling Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling? ♪ I keep God locked in a picture frame So I feel a little better about my numbered days Yeah, I confess The questions and the answers seem to the sound the same I'm just like the rest Standin' tall, pretendin' not to be afraid Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water And wash me clean, I'm still strugglin' Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm strugglin'? Sunday, come around, lift me up again I'm never too proud for a helpin' hand I've been feelin' down Can you heal me now? Sunday, come around, lift me up again I'm never too proud for a helpin' hand I've been feelin' down Can you heal me now? Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water And wash me clean, I'm still strugglin' Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling? Oh