Sunday Morning (demo) Songtext
von Ethel Cain

Swaying softly
Streetlights glowing through my window
Trying on each dress I bought for you
Do I look pretty when I ask you to hit me?

Hands like barbed wire
Wrapping ′round my throat, making me cry
Like I told you I wanted in the car on the long drive home
Baby, we're alone now

Sunday morning
Everything hurts except for you
Except for you


And I like thinking I′m no different from you
Different from you, different from you
When I go home at night, I think about the ways that I can get out
Of the hold you've got me in, of the hold you've got me in

You′ve still got time, waiting on the other side
You′ll still be alright if you just make it to the other side
You'll still be alright, even after all this time
You′ll still be alright, you'll still be alright

Sunday morning
Nothing hurts, not even you
No, not even you
No, not even you