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Sunday Morning

 

Sunday Morning

(album: Searching For Strawberries: The Story Of Jongo Bongo - 2023)


I wouldn't have it any other way
You as my #1 fan, my biggest Stan
Always got my back, my words were only half planned
Then I cracked open like a soda can, I can't take it back
I put my foot in my mouth god damn
Words man, you can't get them back
You can't get them back

You saw me breakdown
Said it's like losing your best friend
Went on a 2h walk this morning, to try and clear my head
Neither of us could leave the bed
On Sunday morning
On Sunday morning

You know every one of these songs, stuck in my head
You say it's not the right note, but it's better as it is
You give the ocean, I'm the rock, who's been skipping on the top
Haven't found a place to settle, never gave someone a shot
It's tough for me to open up
Feel like I'm tight, like a rope between two peaks, I'm climbing up
About to cross, my arms out
Trying to stable my feet, clear my mind
Before I tumble like a thousand feet

To rock bottom, forgotten
Bottom of the creek
My biggest fear, my knees buckling, weak
Memories play in my mind
Over and over again
Have we, hit a dead end?
Lost sight of the path
We were sleeping at the wheel
I felt taxed, time flies by in a flash
Now I got another chance, gotta grow from the past
I gotta be a better version of myself at last

You saw me breakdown
Said it's like losing your best friend
But you were there to pick me up, you know exactly who I am
Neither of us could leave the bed
On Sunday morning

Don't want the ground to drop
As you stand by and watch
What was I thinking?
Why didn't I just stop?
Take the lessons and walks
The bedtime talks
Every late night you sat wondering
In a blind spot
And I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not
The best at heart talk
The best at heart talk

I got these thoughts
And they come back a lot
I got these thoughts
And they come back a lot

done

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