I’m sorry that I don't know how to talk about drinking

You said Dad's on a bend and you're sending those texts while you're shaking

I’m holding my nose and jumping into this

Faking the lines

I just see the frame, I was never that good with the painting

You're crying and sober

And Sunday is over

I’m trying to handle you as tight as I can

You’re lying awake, you're turning away and detaching

And whenever I ask what it is you say thank you for asking again

For holding my hand

For helping me handle

See I’m laughing

And adjusting the frame so you don't see the pain when it happens

But you’re crying

And sober

Cuz Sunday is over

I’m trying to handle you as tight as I can

You’re crying

And sober

Cuz Sunday

Is over