Texty: Lo-Pro. Sunday.

I'm out here on a limb for you again
Around and around we go, getting nowhere

Why can't I explain the way I feel again
Why can't I just stand instead I crawl [unverified] again
Why does it always feel like Sunday, like Sunday

I hacked myself to bits for you again
Hanging on to this for nothing

Why can't I explain the way I feel again?
Why can't I just stand instead I crawl [unverified] again?
Why does it always feel like Sunday, like Sunday?

I've had enough of you, I've had enough of you

Why can't I explain the way I feel again?
Why can't I just stand instead I crawl [unverified] again?
Why does it always feel like Sunday, like Sunday?

[Unverified]