Jack Thomas - Gloomy Sunday

Is it Sunday again?
Where are all of my friends?
Maybe I should open up
That's where it ends and begins
Pull the sheets over my pain
Pull the thoughts out the drain
Pull out the memories, enemies, felonies
Cleverly summon this energy
Energy for my extremities
To me pull up out of my tendencies
To remind my brain of the 70s
Just need to stay alive
It's a gloomy day inside
It's a rainstorm in my mind
It's a reminder of that time I told you
That i am just hanging on to survive
I bottled it up but it's over
A Psychosomatic disorder
Blamed it on everyone else, after blaming myself for too long, a spill over
Channeled my anger toward her
I tried to reheat my leftovers,
I tried to get outta my bed, but i still kinda dread
Now i gotta get over this
Gloomy Sunday
Yeah, Sunday gloomy Sunday
But don't lay me down with a bouquet
Just Set me down with an ashtray
Don't say goodbye to me just wait
Shouldn't waste a day
Yeah Maybe I should shave
But not like Richie, my arms look just great
No, Tenenbaum's out of my mind
Reminding me of a time
When nothing wasn't fine
Rest of the week I was blind
But opened my eyes on a
Gloomy Sunday
Everyday feels like a Sunday
Every way feels like the wrong way
Feel like a modern day cliche
Thinking that maybe Im not ok
A psychological skit
A hypothetical slit
Me and my brain got in sync
I can finally think, and I'm done with this shit
Won't put up with it
My phone won't ring, oh shit
Damn it's on silence again
18 missed calls and a hit
I should probably answer back
Or maybe take another nap
Maybe take another trip, feeling sorry again
I bottled it up but it's over
Psychosomatic disorder
Blamed it on everyone else, after blaming myself for too long, a spill over
Channeled my anger toward her
I tried to reheat my leftovers,
I tried to get outta my bed, but i still kinda dread, now i gotta get over this
Gloomy Sunday

Written by:
Jack Thomas

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