weekness

Badbadnotgood

Sundays weren t always this cruel
(sundays weren t always this cruel)
Your blade once sharpened my sword, turned to a duel
By Monday, you were slippin away from me
Tuesday, the truth flickers on
Wednesday, whispers a war
Oh

Thursday mornin I mourn
All the love
We both have torn
I don t know
What will come
Before the week is done
Friday the fights couldn t stop
Saturday was the saddest of all

(Yeah)

Fought for us with everything I had
Can t ignore the fact that it makes me sad
I see the color of a now forgotten dream
Sunset in the winter, pull you close to me
I see the colors, blur reality
Pull me from the truth, say it s not what it seems
We re for each other, slip through my hands
Like water out the ocean or, or a desert sand
I see the colors of midweek blues
Must be the summer or it s black and blue
I see the colors, bleed through the skin
Oh, is it really real?
Oh
Oh