One lazy Sunday
Caught in catastrophe
A dozen broken promises
They never had time for me
Another lazy Sunday
Oh how she cried
A reflection mastered
Forgot all about pride
This lazy Sunday
I guess you’re wide-awake tonight
Sorry I took your sleeping pills
But I had to do this right
No bloodstained sheets
But a youth soiled in sin
We’re all milked of innocence
So I guess no body wins
Next lazy Sunday
Bury me in blue?
Because I’ve sunken
And I’ve drunken the last
Of your bourbon