Church on Sunday

Today is the first day of the rest of our lives

Tomorrow is too late to pretend everything is all right now

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

When I say

If I promise ‘t-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 now

Trust is a dirty word that comes from such a liar

My respect is something I will earn if you have faith

Bloodshot, deadbeat and lack of sleep

Making your mascara bleed

Tears down your face

Leaving traces of my mistakes

When I say

If I promise ‘t-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

If I promise ‘t-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

Whoah

If I promise ‘t-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

If I promise ‘t-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

And this compromise

It’s a compromise…