[Intro] I hate Sundays more than I should nothing even happened but nothing feels good [Verse 1] Sun going down through the blinds in my room laundry half-done and a sink full of spoons Phone on the charger brain on the floor one unread email feels like a war I said I’d get my life together by the end of the week now it’s 7:13 and I still haven’t eaten [Pre-Chorus] Monday’s at the door with its hand on the lock and I’m lying here scared of a fucking clock [Chorus] I hate Sundays when the light turns blue when the week starts breathing down the back of the room I’m not sad enough to call it a breakdown I’m not okay enough to calm myself down I hate Sundays God, I hate Sundays [Verse 2] Everybody posts their reset routine clean sheets, green juice perfect little dream I’m on my bed in yesterday’s clothes scrolling through lives that look less broke I keep saying tomorrow like tomorrow’s my friend but tomorrow is teeth and I’m tired again [Chorus] I hate Sundays when the light turns blue when the week starts breathing down the back of the room I’m not sad enough to call it a breakdown I’m not okay enough to calm myself down I hate Sundays God, I hate Sundays [Bridge] I’m so fucking tired of starting over every seven days like I’m supposed to be better because the calendar changed I don’t need a fresh start I just need the noise to stop one quiet hour where my chest unlocks [Breakdown] Sunday night blue light closed blinds low life phone dead head loud lights off still no way out I’m not ready I’m not ready I’m not ready for Monday [Final Chorus] I hate Sundays when the light turns blue when the week starts breathing down the back of the room I’m not sad enough to call it a breakdown I’m not okay enough to calm myself down I hate Sundays God, I hate Sundays nothing happened nothing happened but I’m scared of everything coming [Outro] Sun going down through the blinds in my room Monday at the door and I don’t know what to do.
