I Hate Sunday

Sleepin' sideways, I'm under, over the
Bad, dark-type days, I still resent my
Self, if I'm feelin' kinda lazy, don't
Tap out, chill down for my own safety

Straight to the blade, I pass my feelings on, and on
To somebody else, I'll build a shelter now, you're gone
And my mental health, I'll burn up, like it's a marathon
That I've nearly won, that I've nearly won, yeah

(Hey)
I'm just pushin' and pullin' myself
(Safe)
And so it's nothin' if bad for health
I need to take more time
Beat up my brain until Sunday

Swimmin' in a fish bowl of anxiety
I want bigger things, I wanna feel complete
Don't cut off my strings of autonomy
I'm tryna buy me a pair of some angel wings

Throw me a bone, I'm kinda freakin' out, it's hell
When I'm all alone, I'll build a shelter now, you're gone
And my mental health, I'll burn up, like it's a marathon
That I've nearly won, that I've nearly won, yeah

(Hey)
I'm just pushin' and pullin' myself
(Safe)
And so it's nothin' if bad for health
I need to take more time
Beat up my brain until Sunday

Fuck it up, yeah, [2:00?]
Switch it up, yeah
Switch it up, and don't look back
Fuck it up, yeah, [?]
Switch it up, yeah
Switch it up, and don't look back
Fuck it up, yeah, [?]
Switch it up, yeah
Switch it up, and don't look back
Fuck it up, yeah, [?]
Switch it up, yeah
Switch it up, and don't look back

I, I-I, I-I
I, I-I, I-I
I, I-I, I-I
I, I-I, I-I
I, I-I, I-I
I, I-I, I-I
I, I-I, I-I
I, I-I, I-I