Feels Like Thursday - Sad Song Sunday Club (Radio Edit) Lyrics

I find myself leaving the household every morning
Staring at nothing but the back of my head
It's dark and archaic
I love the way you fake it
Maybe call a heretic
Oh someone give me something to believe
I've been living a toxic lie
Been living a lonely life
Just need someone to hold me
Tell me I'll be alright

Sad song Sunday club
Thank you all for the love
Think I misjudged
Tear my contentment up

Been looking lately into modern relationships
And how the common f****r seems to be s******g about
Spilling drinks on the table
Kissing Chundering Mouths
Happiness seems to be when you're dressed in nowt
To be more than just friends
Where your stories ends
Is faking scintillation
A glimmer of euphoria from the lives that you both chose not to accept

Sad song Sunday club
Thank you all for the love
Think I misjudged
Tear my contentment up

Roses hang from fences
They've started to wilt and pass
These suburban city homes
Filled with broken minds and souls
Seeking for some solace
Hoping it's at the bottom of the glass
Staring at the TV
Sipping on your wine
Tell yourself it's a beautiful life
But the reality's your happiness has long ago passed and died

Sad song Sunday club
Thank you all for the love
Think I misjudged
Tear my contentment up

Sad song Sunday club
Thank you all for the love
Think I misjudged
Tear my contentment up