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It’s Sunday morning
It’s Sunday morning
The pillow is humming
The pillow is humming
I don’t fancy brekky
I don’t fancy brekky
My phone conversation
is an awkward tea party
It’s sunny and windy
It’s sunny and windy
The laundry is screaming
The laundry is screaming
Leftovers in the sink
Leftovers in the sink
My clock has two feet
but none of them is prompting
I couldn’t get myself to arvo
Couldn’t diverge to happy evening
I couldn’t find a bright light night
Just static Sunday morning
Please knock on my door
Come and kidnap me away
Or climb up to my balcony
Save me from static Sunday morning
I am awake yet I am asleep
I’m in between of many nothings
I couldn’t find a bright light night
Just static Sunday morning
The Post-It notes dance as I play this
I know the trees are waving at me
But I want you in my balcony
Save me from static Sunday morning
**a song from waniardy
please? save me. S.M.S = save my soul
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