wasted early sunday morning

you're not the sun

it's just a light

waking on a sunday morning

you're not the church

it's just the bells

ringing sweetly through the house

and if this sense of mind

you got an answer

and i am not this rare

you're still in reach

i please myself

wasting early sunday morning

you're not my lead

you're just my help

tuck me in just denied

and in this state of mind

you want a want

nothing close to what i need

i breathe you in

i breathe you in

i breathe you in

i breathe you in

i breathe you in

suit yourself

lose myself

breaking early sunday morning

you're not the sun

you're not my church

i still hold some self control

but in this sense of mind

i'm still too high

look no hands

i breathe you in

breathe you in

breathe you in

breathe you in

breathe you in

(i breathe you

i breathe you

i breathe you

i breathe you

i breathe you)