Sunday Scaries by Chousand Lyrics

OF FUCKING COURSE
MY SUNDAY SCARIES
ARE THE WORST
AFTER HOURS ON THE BEACH
GETTING BURNT BY THE SUN
UNTIL MY SKIN STARTS PEELING OFF

THIS CONSTANT PAIN BEHIND MY EYE
MAKES ME WANNA TAKE MY LIFE
RIGHT HERE ON 1-95
EVEN THOUGH YOU WANNA HANG
I CAN BE THERE IN AN HOUR IF THIS TRAFFIC STARTS TO MOVE
IF YOU WANNA TAKE A SHOWER
I’M SUPER DOWN TO JUST SEE YOU
PLUS I’M GONNA BE LATE

I CAN BE THERE IN AN HOUR
IF THIS TRAFFIC MOVES RIGHT NOW
TOMORROW’S MONDAY
THE FUCK IT’S MONDAY
IN MY CAR JUST FREAKING OUT
IT’S OVERWHELMING IT’S LIKE I’M MELTING
THE AC’S ON BUT IT’S WAY TOO HOT
PLUS YOU KNOW THAT YOU’RE ALL THAT I GOT

HOT HOT HEAT MAKES ME SO WEAK
AND I CANNOT EAT AND I CANNOT SLEEP
AND THE SMELL FROM THE GASOLINE IN THE TANK
NOT DANK I’M BAKIN I’M NOT GONNA MAKE IT

IF WE COULD GO BACK A DAY
WHEN I WORE MY FAVORITE RUNNING SHORTS
THAT DIDN’T MATCH ANYTHING
AND WE LEFT THE BAR EARLY SO WE COULD LAY IN BED
YOU MAKE EVERYTHING FEEL OKAY IN MY HEAD
OF COURSE