It's a Sunday morning, I'm heavily intoxicated
Water in my cup but it's not clear its jaded
Popping pills to stay up for you
Misunderstood your views

I'm overseeing the truth
I'm depending on you
Slowly I'm losing myself
I start ignoring the help I get

Yeah, you is more important than myself
I let the love block out the way I felt
Yeah, I give you my soul, now I'm an empty shell
I used to pray for my future and her as well
I used to write the letters to the wishing well
I used to think you was heaven, then you was hell
I used to think we was meant to be, but now I can't tell