[Verse 1] I lay on my bed, looking out at the sun, Nobody ever told me that life ain’t so fun… Now I spend my days trying to make light of the dark, But my eyes are still hollow, they ain’t got that “spark”... [Pre-Chorus] Maybe it’s something…about this time of the year… The gloominess of fall, but I got my own ghosts to fear… Maybe it’s something…about this time of the year… The sharpness of winter, but I can’t seem to see clear… [Chorus] Or maybe it’s…something about Sunday… I mean…I don’t feel like this any other day, you know? It’s something…about this day of the lord… I don’t want to spend all my day writin’ on this chalkboard… Of…wishes…this chalkboard of all my dreams… It’s probably just somethin’ ‘bout Sunday… That makes it all seem…so…boring… [Bridge] “You know…I’ve never been the type of person to pick a favorite day of the week…but I think we ALL can agree that Sunday is just SO shitty when you realize there is work to do the next day I mean like SERIOUSLY” [Verse 2] I used to be a friend of Dorothy, but now I’m not so sure, A tin-man would feel better even if his whole world was azure… I’m not a big fan of only seein’ the color blue, But is there really anything else? What is there to do? [Pre-Chorus] Maybe it’s something…about this time of the year… The gloominess of fall, but I got my own ghosts to fear… Maybe it’s something…about this time of the year… The sharpness of winter, but I can’t seem to see clear… [Chorus/Outro] Or maybe it’s…something about Sunday… I mean…I don’t feel like this any other day, you know? It’s something…about this day of the lord… I don’t want to spend all my day writin’ on this chalkboard… Of…wishes…this chalkboard of all my dreams… It’s probably just somethin’ ‘bout Sunday… That makes it all seem…so…boring… ...so....boring...
