Church on Sunday.

Today is the first day of the rest of our lives,

Tomorrow is too late, to pretend everything's alright,

I'm not getting any younger, as long as you don't get any older,

I'm not gonna state that yesterday never was.

Bloodshot, deadbeat, and lack of sleep,

Making your mascara bleed,

Tears down your face, leaving traces of my mistakes.

If I promise to go to church on Sunday,

Will you go with me on Friday night?

If you live with me, I'll die for you and this compromise.

I hereby solemnly swear to tell the whole truth,

And nothing but the truth is what I'll ever hear from you,

Trust is a dirty word, that comes from such a liar.

But respect is something I will learn,

If you have faith.

Bloodshot, deadbeat, and lack of sleep,

Making your mascara bleed,

Tears down your face, leaving traces of my mistakes.

If I promise to go to church on Sunday,

Will you go with me on Friday night?

If you live with me, I'll die for you and this compromise.

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