Sunday Scars

Sunday sun sinks, shadows grow heavy

Sins from last night, chest feelin' sweaty

Clock tickin' slow, but my mind run steady

The week’s a loaded gun, I’m holdin' it deadly

Couch confessional, remote my rosary

Screens preach doom, headlines get close to me

Soul on a leash, but the chain don’t fit

Got me boxed in this day, tryna deal with it

Sunday scars, they cut too deep

Can’t rest my mind, no peaceful sleep

Prayers in the dark, but they don’t reply

Another Sunday passin', just askin' why

Coffee cold, tastes like regret

Yesterday’s party still payin' the debt

The world’s on pause, but my guilt won’t quit

My shadow’s a preacher, won’t let me forget

Piles of laundry, sins in the hamper

Phone screen flashin', missed calls, no answers

Calendar’s a bully, tomorrow’s the threat

Sunday’s the hangover you can’t reset

Hymns of despair hum in my chest

The weight of the week, it won’t let me rest

Guilt on repeat, it’s a church with no pews

I kneel to my flaws, Sunday’s bad news