Sundays

Sundays is my worst I don't think I've even spoke those words Sundays are the worst But I've never said why I'll say not to worry but Out of everyone, you're the only one I truly want To care. I'll say not to worry But proceed to tell you I feel sick to my stomach I'll tell you my heart hurts And my eyes feel wet With you, I don't mind being in pain Sharing my pain Something I'm not used to But sharing my pain is something I guess I need to do With you, it's something I want to do Sundays is my worst Mondays are ok And Fridays I simply want to stay in bed We talk And we talk And little by little I'm getting to know your pain And your getting to know mine I think maybe that's fine You're the voice that calms me I am the voice.... I'm the voice that warms your heart I just hope that's true