Sundays for me, are the top edge of
A skyscraper, that I dare to tiptoe
Off of and come rushing down its
Heights,
Like those pennies they say can put
A hole in your head if it hits you.
I don't wanna be the hole in your head.
I wanna be the dent in the concrete,
On Sundays.
On Sundays, I wanna be the one that
Sleeps under bridges in a careless
City because on Sundays I am just
As careless and this is all too much for
Me. On Sundays,
I throw in the towel because the
Last match of the week has left me
Weak
And I am not Cassius Clay.
I am more like the Sunday papers,
Crumpled up and expected to recycle
Myself.
And after being reduced to nothing week
After week, Sundays feel like death.
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
Sundays for me, are the top edge of
A skyscraper, that I dare to tiptoe
Off of and come rushing down its
Heights,
Like those pennies they say can put
A hole in your head if it hits you.
I don't wanna be the hole in your head.
I wanna be the dent in the concrete,
On Sundays.
On Sundays, I wanna be the one that
Sleeps under bridges in a careless
City because on Sundays I am just
As careless and this is all too much for
Me. On Sundays,
I throw in the towel because the
Last match of the week has left me
Weak
And I am not Cassius Clay.
I am more like the Sunday papers,
Crumpled up and expected to recycle
Myself.
And after being reduced to nothing week
After week, Sundays feel like death.
