Tommorrow's Sunday

by Chris Rodriguez   Aug 14, 2007


A Long street Leads me to our world
It leads me to you
If you ever knew what this was
What would you do?
I don't know
But I'm trying to find the reasons
On pieces of paper
And ten dollar canvases

All the places I should be
It's always someone else I see
Instead of me
Every moment when I should have been there
I didn't even know how to start
Or where
I waited for fate
Now it's too late

Tomorrow's Sunday
And I know where you'll be
I've never seen a church closed before
It's a monument that means nothing
But to me it's everything
And I'm so tired of days that feel like they're night
There you are right in front of me
But you might as well be thousands of miles away

From you I learned there are no such things as signs
From you I learned not to waste the time
I swallowed all I can take
And me better judgment all but braked
To feel something was not the mistake
It was trying to know you
And expect you to act anything more than fake
Your loved lured me
But it was never good for me

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