sunday on a saturday afternoon
fills my lungs with soda taste longing
flinging through words never said
to spit out of my head
here i lie on the bedding
sunday comes around
to feed me to the ground
silence waits til i turn to say ‘i found you’
saturday sun on a sweet afternoon
week full, ate up my work til i threw up on you
what was that last thing we spoke about?
like,
just wait til it ends
just wait til it ends
sun sat day to wait til it ends
and then you know like
it starts on a friday night
we’ll tie our hands together
over our new tv
we’ll watch the stories as they play
of a life worth living past sunday
life worth living past sunday
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 12:17 AM UTC
sunday on a saturday afternoon
fills my lungs with soda taste longing
flinging through words never said
to spit out of my head
here i lie on the bedding
sunday comes around
to feed me to the ground
silence waits til i turn to say ‘i found you’
saturday sun on a sweet afternoon
week full, ate up my work til i threw up on you
what was that last thing we spoke about?
like,
just wait til it ends
just wait til it ends
sun sat day to wait til it ends
and then you know like
it starts on a friday night
we’ll tie our hands together
over our new tv
we’ll watch the stories as they play
of a life worth living past sunday
life worth living past sunday
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