Lyrics Grayscale – Sunday (Acoustic)
Text:
Turn off the lights and tell me everything that’s on your mind
Or how we both know you’ve been off since last July
Your eyes are swollen from feeling so alone
It’s inside, I swear that I’m not going home
Two days now broken down in the same room
I’ll hold you tight while you cry hard into my arms
It’s funny how John’s dad says we’re all just wasting our time
And to make things worse, John can’t follow us all night
Don’t tell me it won’t be the same
And I guess I’ll hope for the best
And tell myself I’ll make it and be okay
You know you mean so much to me
And here’s to another night in my basement
Where Dallas and I will sulk about
How we hate our generation
So here’s a thank you
From me through the lesson of growing older
And how I actually am afraid of being nineteen
Don’t tell me it won’t be the same
And I guess I’ll hope for the best
And tell myself I’ll make it and be okay
You know you mean so much to me
Don’t tell me it won’t be the same
And I guess I’ll hope for the best
And tell myself I’ll make it and be okay
You know you mean so much to me
I hope it was worth it
I hope it was worth it
