Taylor Janzen - Sunday Morning

Sunday morning, rise again
Waking from a week long dead end
Sing it loud and scream it out
This is what it's all about isn't it?

With a stale stomach and a guilty conscience
I don't believe a single one of my promises
That I utter in the dark
Hold my hand over my heart and hope to die

Sunday morning, I'll be damned
Dead leaves on a fruitless branch
Destined to be cut
Your house became a museum
I am just an artifact of what your love can become

But they're crushing your carpentry between their fists
Deciding what you'd say if you ever got the chance
Now I'm burning both ends
I'm your liar and your friend,
As if i could ever be both at once

Sunday morning, rise again
Waking from a week long dread
Of what I'll find when I open my eyes

Written by:
Taylor Janzen

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