UNTIL SUNDAY

I lie in bed without a sense of urgency

I turn my head and see all of the grief

Get out and dressed, and brush all of its sharpened teeth

Can never seem to have it leave before me

It stands there in the corner of my bedroom

Waiting, watching, hoping that I'll stay

The world's worst game of will they, won't they, should they?

It's begging me to give it a real name

But I get in my head

Think of all the things I should've said instead

With its hands on my neck

And a laundry list of all of my regrets

But I get in my head

But I get in my head

Where the world can't pass me by before I'm dead

And it hurts like a friend

And it hurts like a friend

Clinging to the guardrail by the ledge

To get it through the night

I think it needs some company to get it through the night

Some days it just feels better when I don't give in to the fight

I think it needs some company to get it through the night

Some days I think we get along, some days I'll write it a sad song

I think it needs some company to get it through the night

Some days it just feels better when I don't give in to the fight

I think it needs some company to get it through the night

Some days I think we get along, some days I'll write it a sad song

I lie in bed without a sense of urgency

I turn my head and see all of the grief

Curled into a little ball beside me

In tears, it says it hasn't slept in weeks