Sunday morning, in the pew and light
Silenced by the words you said last night
And that I only got three hours sleep
The anthem that morning was "Let Us Pause"
A veggie doggie treat for the good Lord's cause
And I let out a giggle, in spite of myself
That afternoon on my advice
We bet our week's on different dice
And I put your picture away from my shelf
You drop me off at James' place
And I didn't clock when you kissed my face
That it'd be the last one I could reap
Wednesday morning, I'm sad as hell
Life is lonely steeple bells off screen
Simon, Peter, and Cefuroxime
Content warning to all my friends
When this purgatory ends, who knows
Where our conversations will go
Sunday morning and my coffee's cold
Teenagers complaining about being old
My luggage doesn't fit well on the bus
Our living room is bathed in clear sky glow
The first time that it hasn't rained since the snow
And you spent the week making bad decisions
At Nathan and Erika's brand new pad
The length of their couch isn't too bad
Though I barely sleep from fever and future visions
And Mary only had to wait three sad days
And only just to hear him say "Go away"
And I know it's unhealthy seeing those stories in us
Friday morning and off I go
Walking down the high road with all my clothes and shame
That I guess I lost the game
Content warning of talks ahead
Furniture to split like broken bread and then
Knowing I'll never hear you say my name the same way again