Sunday...
  Always hard to get to sleep when
  Weird noises are implying threats
  On cold sheets I sweat
  On any other day
  It's all rest and flowers
  And a long night of nothing
  In the morning some coffee
  'Cause when the sun goes
  Down you close your eyes and think
  That you might wake in the same place
  
  I'm out of my head
  That was what they said
  There was no way I would
  Ever trust again
  There's something that fills you up
  And it feels you up and then
  It takes control of your better sense
  There ain't no control of things
  You take for granted
  But they came and they
  Held me up and they felt me up
  And left...I miss them
  
  Take me to your world
  I want to know if I belong
  There instead of here
  Is there religion?
  It is unordinary
  To want this affection
  But I don't have a real friend
  And I hate my whole family
  But from my bed, my window's
  Lit by a red light
  I have seen before, while floating away