What is it about Sundays,
that makes me dread the day?
I ponder maybe its the day
before the beginning of the week,
and the freedom in my
head is no longer there.

I mean Sunday could be Saturday,
but even then I would hate it less.
So I drive down the empty
road and maybe its the free time
that Sunday has that reminds
me of my mistakes.

Or maybe its the time of the week
that all my sadness take a form.
Sometimes I drive with her,
and I know she is the sum of my misery.
Her hook tugs at my heart each
moment I have free thoughts.

What is it about Sundays,
that makes me regret every taking
a chance on living in this world?
Maybe its the smell off sugar plums,
or the hope that the thing I regret
the most about life will come
to me in the end.

The sun burns to bright on Sundays,
but I don't mind the heat.
Cause I got company in my
gloom and doom, and she seems
all to sweet.

07/21/2003

Posted on 07/21/2003
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