[ Featuring pruthvi ]
On this Sunday afternoon
I wish I was looking at you
And not this screen
In my room in my room
(No oh oh)
So tired of this groove
It aint helping with my mood
But I keep listening to
Our favourite tune
Wouldn't it be nice to be the one who leaves?
Wasn't it meant to be?
Yeah, I feel like I am lucid dreaming
Cause you're the one who said that we had something here
Well could you make it clear?
On this Sunday afternoon
On this Sunday afternoon
I wish I was looking at you
And not the sky from my room
From my room
So tired of this groove
And you ain't helping w my mood
Got me listening to our fav tunes
Wouldn't it be nice to be the one who leaves?
Wasn't it meant to be?
Yeah, I feel like I am lucid dreaming
Cause you're the one who said that we had something here
Well could you make it clear?
On this Sunday afternoon
Subtle wind
Golden light is seeping in
Now you're here sitting
On my bed
Don't you think
That's unfair!
So much on my mind
Overthinking over rhyming
While you're acting like
Everything is fine
Wouldn't it be nice to be the one who knows
What the future holds?
Not question every word that you say
What's in your head?
And what you're thinking?
On this Sunday afternoon
Afternoon
Me and you
Watching you
Want me too
Dreaming bout
Your favourite tune
On a Sunday
Look what you've got me feeling
Feeling something I can't believe in
On a Sunday afternoon
