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Sunday morning, I'm still in last night's dress
Church bells ringing, but I'm making a mess
Of my life, of my head, of the bed where you left
Your half of the silence, your half of the debt
I used to pray for gentle things
A quiet love, a pair of wings
Now I just pray I make it through
Another Sunday without you
THESE ARE MY SUNDAY MORNING SCARS
THE ONES YOU GAVE ME IN THE BACK OF YOUR CAR
I WEAR THEM PROUD, I WEAR THEM DEEP
SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL THAT GREW FROM THE GRIEF
I stopped believing in holy ghosts
Now I believe in the things that hurt the most
The sting of coffee on my tongue
The way you said I was the one
You left your Bible on my shelf
I never read it, just blamed myself
Now I open it when I can't sleep
And I underline the parts that bleed
THESE ARE MY SUNDAY MORNING SCARS
THE ONES YOU GAVE ME IN THE BACK OF YOUR CAR
I WEAR THEM PROUD, I WEAR THEM DEEP
SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL THAT GREW FROM THE GRIEF
I don't forgive you
I don't forget
But I'm not waiting for the day you regret
I'm just learning how to hold the weight
Of all the things I couldn't say
THESE ARE MY SUNDAY MORNING SCARS
I EARNED THEM ALL IN THE DARK WHERE YOU ARE
YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME NOW, YOU CAN'T GET IN
I'M NOT BROKEN — I'M REBUILT FROM THE SKIN
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
I'm still here
I'm still here
