Mm

Mm

Mm

Mm

Mm

Mm

Momma says I'm up to no good again

Couldn't make her proud, though I did my best

I feel like a mess

I feel like I'm stuck in the wrong skin

I feel like I'm sick

But I'm having trouble swallowing my medicine

Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water

Wash me clean, I'm still struggling

Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be

Can't you see I'm struggling?

Mm

Mm

I keep God locked in a picture frame

So I feel a little better about my numbered days

Yeah, I confess

The questions and the answers seem to the sound the same

I'm just like the rest

Standing tall, pretending not to be afraid

Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water

Wash me clean, I'm still struggling

Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be

Can't you see I'm struggling?

Sunday, come around, lift me up again

Never too proud for a helping hand

I've been feeling down

Can you heal me now?

Sunday, come around, lift me up again

Never too proud for a helping hand

I've been feeling down

Can you heal me now?

Sunday, carry me, carry me down to the water

Wash me clean, I'm still struggling

Sunday, bury me under the weight of who you need me to be

Can't you see I'm struggling?\