the sun blinds with ease
wave after wave of memories
and I can’t focus on my thoughts
background chatting comes and goes
am I here to forget?
no, I can’t, I’ll just regret
that I am not someone
to understand the master plan
it should be a perfect sunday
it would’ve been a perfect sunday
but it can’t be a perfect sunday
without you
getting out, not giving in
we both contributed sins
to make the days one hour short
running away is a popular sport
you never lived
you never learned
you never changed
you never earned
you never came
you never left
you never even tried
it should be a perfect sunday
it would’ve been a perfect sunday
but it can’t be a perfect sunday
there should be the perfect sunday, yeah
there would’ve been the perfect sunday, yeah
but there can’t be the perfect sunday now
without you