sunday

Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Momma says I'm up to no good again Couldn't make her proud, though I did my best I feel like a mess I feel like I'm stuck in the wrong skin I feel like I'm sick But I'm having trouble swallowing my medicine Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water Wash me clean, I'm still struggling Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling? Mm Mm I keep God locked in a picture frame So I feel a little better about my numbered days Yeah, I confess The questions and the answers seem to the sound the same I'm just like the rest Standing tall, pretending not to be afraid Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water Wash me clean, I'm still struggling Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling? Sunday, come around, lift me up again Never too proud for a helping hand I've been feeling down Can you heal me now? Sunday, come around, lift me up again Never too proud for a helping hand I've been feeling down Can you heal me now? Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water Wash me clean, I'm still struggling Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling?\