sunday-Joy Oladokun

Momma says I'm up to no good again Couldn't make her proud though I did my best I feel like a mess I feel like I'm stuck in the wrong skin I feel like I'm sick But I'm having trouble swallowing my own medicine Sunday carry me carry me down to the water And wash me clean I'm still struggling Sunday bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling I keep God locked in a picture frame So I feel a little better about my numbered days Yeah I confess The questions and the answers seem to the sound the same I'm just like the rest Standing tall pretending not to be afraid Sunday carry me carry me down to the water And wash me clean I'm still struggling Sunday bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling Sunday come around lift me up again Never too proud for a helping hand I've been feeling down Can you heal me now Sunday come around lift me up again Never too proud for a helping hand I've been feeling down Can you heal me now Sunday carry me carry me down to the water And wash me clean I'm still struggling Sunday bury me under the weight of who you need me to be Can't you see I'm struggling