Another Sunday Morning

© Copyright by RockYourMusic [Instrumental Guitar Intro] [Verse 1] Wake up to the sound of silence, Your empty words still haunt this room. Another lie stuck in my teeth, Like broken glass and cheap perfume. [Verse 2] You left your shadow in my bed, But you’re already halfway gone. Another Sunday morning, Another love that’s dead and wrong. [Pre-Chorus] You kiss like a loaded gun, Promises rust, they come undone. I’m tired of playing saint, While you just paint me as the hate. [Chorus] ANOTHER SUNDAY MORNING, Another war we won’t survive. You bleed me dry, then act surprised, When I don’t stay alive. ANOTHER HOLLOW WARNING, Another nail right in my spine. You love me just to watch me die— Another Sunday morning. [Instrumental Guitar Riff] [Verse 3] You call my name like a sinner’s prayer, But your hands are full of thorns. I built you up like a goddamn shrine, Now I’m tearing it down with my scorn. [Pre-Chorus] You kiss like a loaded gun, Promises rust, they come undone. I’m tired of playing saint, While you just paint me as the hate. [Chorus] ANOTHER SUNDAY MORNING, Another war we won’t survive. You bleed me dry, then act surprised, When I don’t stay alive. ANOTHER HOLLOW WARNING, Another nail right in my spine. You love me just to watch me die— Another Sunday morning. [Instrumental Guitar Riff] [Bridge] I’M NOT YOUR BITCH! NOT YOUR FUCKING MUSE! You want a martyr? Here’s the noose! [Instrumental Guitar Riff] [Instrumental Guitar Solo] [Instrumental Guitar Riff] [Chorus] ANOTHER SUNDAY MORNING, Another war we won’t survive. You bleed me dry, then act surprised, When I don’t stay alive. ANOTHER HOLLOW WARNING, Another nail right in my spine. You love me just to watch me die— Another Sunday morning. [Instrumental Guitar Riff] [Chorus] ANOTHER SUNDAY MORNING, Another war we won’t survive. You bleed me dry, then act surprised, When I don’t stay alive. ANOTHER HOLLOW WARNING, Another nail right in my spine. You love me just to watch me die— Another Sunday morning. [Outro] Light another cigarette, Watch the ashes hit the floor. You’ll beg me back by Monday, But I’ve burned this fucking door. SUNDAY (sunday) SUNDAY MORNING SUNDAY (sunday) SUNDAY MORNING SUNDAY (sunday) SUNDAY MORNING SUNDAY (sunday) SUNDAY MORNING [Instrumental Guitar Solo Fade Out To End] [End]