The Sunday Songtext
von Speedy Ortiz

Cross out the ending, Sunday′s coming, Monday
Swap in the start, Monday's next to impossible
Prone on a glue trap I placed down
Only chronic action gnaws me out

Ask me anything, even if it′s painful
Come back on Monday, validate your patience
Drain a couple cans in the noon heat
Only need the flattery semi-weekly
Bandied on my ego, it's peeling


Practice my act on a beam
Going on top of our tallest building
Drumming as hard as I can
I want the power, and my beat is dangerous
Puncturing the sky

Sunday's coming, Monday

Treat me for constant 180s
X-ray′s in my shape, but it isn′t me
Circle past the weekend, take my demons swimming again

Practice my act on a beam
Going on top of our tallest building
Drumming as hard as I can
I want the power, and my beat is dangerous
Yes, I want the power, and I think I'm made for it
Clouds across the sky