8 AM on a Sunday,

8 AM on a Sunday,
favoring a shower over churches on TV
Vaguely, the thought reminds me
Of a good friend’s recognition that I won’t be there to see
And a call I hope that I never receive

Don’t hesitate to keep me waiting
I don’t want you anymore
No, please don’t come over, darling
It’s not you I’m crying for

And don’t worry me with your apologies
I think I’ve had worse but I’m not quite sure
Don’t flatter me with broken honesty
No, I won’t reply just to fuel your lies

8 PM on a Sunday,
feel the pressure being lifted by your failure to comply
Breathe in for another Monday
And pack up all my courage just to look you in the eyes
And half hope that you’ll see through every lie

Don’t hesitate to keep me waiting
I don’t want you anymore
No, please don’t come over, darling
It’s not you I’m crying for