Sunday Feels Like Goodbye Testo

Under the weightThat comes on with the dusk
Something is wrong, but I can't say what
Curling up on the bed
That you blessed with your head
It's all I can do to rest my eyes
Sunday feels like goodbye
And it comes on
Like it's collecting bills
You drive away
And it's raining cats and clichés
Daylight savings for a sunny day
So the world is dark and frozen
And I'm stopped like I forgot how to live
God did nothing on a Sunday, so they say
And I don't blame him