tomorrow's a sunday

tomorrow's a sunday

i should have known already

but nights are getting lonely

since sin let you leave.

i'm starting to remember

the messages i used to flee

but every time i read it

your face looks at me

oh why did you have to go?

oh why can't i see you?

you know the day i die

you know the way i speak

you know the way i'm supposed to live

you know everything

but where are you now?

where have you been?

i'm starting to forget how it feels to be loved and cared for again.

maybe that's life.

that's how it goes.

it's up's and down's that

shape the way we fold.

but that's not right

no, it's not fair

that you look down on us

and don't seem to care

tomorrow's a sunday

i almost forgot

but then i looked up and saw

my name on your heart

but there were others

and they all saw too

and all those other names

were more important to you

Author's Note

critique me. i'm bad at this.