Another Sunday

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