She said, "it's such a Sunday" Rolling oceanic waves across The cool blue comforter The curtain cracks a smile The only light that enters Hits the many mirrors we've amassed I catch a glimpse of many multitudes of us How many years have stood On backs of other years of massive Fights and fun and fucking up And fucking in the mud And now somehow we got here Stumbled through the cold And summer crud that caked And crumbled off Revealing all this shiny stuff And it fucks me up And it fucks me up You won't believe me when I tell you We were this close to the end Or maybe from the outside I'm overreacting All I can say is way back when If I had told the truth We might not be here rolling through This blissful Sunday morning And it fucks me up And it fucks me up And it fucks me up And it fucks me up