Missing On Sunday Lyrics Meanings
by Lugzy

Yeah, Yeah, Yo
Love could be fucked in ways that you never could know
Snakes in the grass will show
It will be your choice to get ghost
Missing on Sunday for the roast
Slitting my wrist with the thorns of roses
Smashed phones and burnt roaches
Pills crushed like our hope is
I feel hopeless
(Shhh)
Smoke up in my throat tube
Need this like I need you
Told you that I wrote you
And I emailed and I phoned you
And you said I wasn't supposed to
But I'm fucked up cause I choose you
Yeah
Choosing the things that make us wise
Shit glad you opened your eyes
Lets dismiss the fact that you fucked me up
Dismiss the fact that I've been too rough
(Dismissed)
Dismiss the fact I don't open up
I've tried enough and my back got cut
(I've tried)
(Cut cut cut)
Cutting it deep
Pain relief
Need some sleep
These pills on the street keep killing like an awful heat
No surprise with the foam in your mouth that your heart stopped beat

Yeah, Yeah, Yo
Love could be fucked in ways that you never could know
Snakes in the grass will show
It will be your choice to get ghost
Missing on Sunday for the roast
Slitting my wrist with the thorns of roses
Smashed phones and burnt roaches
Pills crushed like our hope is
I feel hopeless
(Shhh)
Smoke up in my throat tube
Need this like I need you
Told you that I wrote you
And I emailed and I phoned you
And you said I wasn't supposed to
But I'm fucked up cause I choose you
Yeah
Choosing the things that make us wise
Shit glad you opened your eyes
Lets dismiss the fact that you fucked me up
Dismiss the fact that I've been too rough
(Dismissed)
Dismiss the fact I don't open up
I've tried enough and my back got cut
(I've tried)
(Cut cut cut)
Cutting it deep
Pain relief
Need some sleep
These pills on the street keep killing like an awful heat
No surprise with the foam in your mouth that your heart stopped beat