Tell me the story 'bout your mothers hair
How she burns and she burns till there's nothin' there
You hand me a book you say its all in here
How the years move on, and we'll never change
Her old girls left
Her new ones stayed
But they sure don't make it easy on a Sunday
Her old girls left
Her new ones stayed
But they sure don't make it easy on a Sunday
Your sisters still on her parents cell plan
She's got twins and a house and a husband
You're living month to month in a mansion
Till the old Chinese man needs his pension
Your old girl left
Your new one stayed
But she left when she was lonely on a Sunday
Your old girl left
Your new one stayed
But she left when she was lonely on a Sunday
And why are we here alone
And why can you heal my bones
Don't stick your head in the internet
Cuz if you stick it too deep won't come out again
I can't fall asleep when I'm home now
So I watch all your videos you've grown up
Your old girl left
But you see her face
Cuz all you do is scroll up on a Sunday
Your old girl left
But you see her face
Cuz all you do is scroll up on a Sunday
And why are we here alone
And why can you heal my bones
I'm coming home on Christmas
Can you live with that
I missed your summer birthday, and
I can't forget
If you stay another year at the pot shop
Your wall will be so high
I won't be climbing up
You're stuck in fear
It holds you near
I wish that we could kick it on a Sunday
I wish that we could kick it on a Sunday
I wish we were all together on a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
I wish we were all together on a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday
I wish we were all together on a Sunday
On a Sunday
On a Sunday