sunday morning

Sunday morning I left my home
I knew I was wrong
I followed you home
But you weren't there

I called your phone
You called me a bum
And left me alone

But you turn me on
But you turn me on
I'll let you alone
And die on my own

Friday night I burned the world
I killed my friend Tom
And cried at your door
But you weren't there

I ran for my mom
My friend told me so
You would ruin me so

But you turn me on
But you turn me on
I'll let you alone
And die on my own

But I came to ask for help
She threw me back to hell
Calm down, go back to your home
I'll be right here when you're gone

Sunday morning I left my home
I knew I was wrong
I followed you home
But you weren't there

I called your phone
You called me a bum
And left me alone