You are Sunday mornings
Wrapped in everything I never knew I needed
Maybe that's conceded
Now I like you better when you’re leaving

Monday came quicker than the summer when you were gone
I was out the back and you were honking your horn
Begging for attention as the sun wore on

Something tells me that it’s forty degrees
And my only black jeans are hugging my knees
But I’ll hide all of me ‘cause I don’t like my body

Oh class, it’s Tuesday now and my heart
Hurts, does it make you proud that I’m learning?
It makes me proud that I’m learning

I forget what I need when it’s quarter to three
I’m killing more time and it’s Wednesday eve
And maybe if you’re nowhere near, I'll learn how to breathe
'cause baby it’s a Thursday, maybe I’ll get takeaway
Coming down on Friday, numbing down my way

And I can kiss you on a Saturday
Can I kiss you on a Saturday?
And we’ll wake up on a Sunday
Your hand around my waist
Dreaming of another day
Any day but Monday

'Cause I’m struggling tonight, to put me at ease
I’m in fight or flight
Maybe I’ll call Elise
And I’m clutching at needs
Fending off these bad dreams
And I know I'll like myself more in the morning
Yeah I feel more at home when I’m yawning
Not mourning something I can’t see

And there’s nothing more safe
Than hearing Mum say
Why don’t you come home, we’ve got tea on the stove and we love you
And I say, I’ll be there soon
I’ll be there soon
I'll be there soon