I'm a sunday dreamer
but I feel monday coming
and the same sorry song
of something overwhelming
You know mine's a light
just bright enough
To wax and wane
yet appease me with every fleeting touch
Never a thing more
and so much less
To keep me anchored short
anchored short of relevance
I'm a sunday dreamer
but I feel monday coming
and that same sad song
of something overwhelming
You know mine's a weight
just light enough
To tax and tame
yet never leave no remnants of
Never a thing more
and so much less
To keep anchored short
anchored short of discontent
Yes I'm a sunday dreamer
guarded by a pill
I'm barely struggling
figure me for what you will