pariahcarrey - Sundaywear Lyrics

Take up this mess
You stretch upon each morning
Play coy, but me
I want the dew to ruin me for free...
I'm yawning, play ball and it's exhausting...
Play put my crime to rhyme
I only sought belonging from you heathens
Out of loving blind allegiance
Was it ever worth my grievance
Was it even worth my time?
Guess I better get believing...
'Cause every time i close my eyes
It is lightning on the eyelids...
Every time I close my eyes
It's lightning on the eyelids...

Then I put on my stiff outfit
Will I be forgiven, not?
To the richest bidder, God...

Sundaywear, apricot...
To the richest bidder, God...