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staring at the ceiling
´ÊÇú³ª£ºLuis Ada
Sunday morning, sun¡¯s shining bright,
But I¡¯m stuck in bed, something just ain¡¯t right.
All my boys are out, with their girls in hand,
While I¡¯m here alone, in a one-man band.
Why¡¯s it gotta be so dull today?
Everyone¡¯s in love, but I¡¯m left to stay.
Lying in bed, just staring at the ceiling,
This Sunday vibe, man, I¡¯m not feeling.
Yeah, I¡¯m scrolling through my phone, it¡¯s all the same,
Pics of happy couples, I don¡¯t need that game.
They¡¯re out on dates, holding hands so tight,
And I¡¯m here solo, not a soul in sight.
Tried to hit up the crew, but they¡¯re all too busy,
With their weekend plans, getting all lovey-dovey.
So I¡¯m chilling in my room, with nothing to do,
Just me and these walls, feeling kinda blue.
Maybe I¡¯ll watch a movie, or two or three,
But it¡¯s just not the same, when it¡¯s only me.
So I¡¯m lying here thinking, what¡¯s the plan?
Guess I¡¯m spending Sunday as a lonely man.
Why¡¯s it gotta be so dull today?
Everyone¡¯s in love, but I¡¯m left to stay.
Lying in bed, just staring at the ceiling,
This Sunday vibe, man, I¡¯m not feeling.
The clock keeps ticking, but time¡¯s moving slow,
Wish I had someone, but there¡¯s nowhere to go.
All the guys are tied up, with their special ones,
And I¡¯m here alone, under the same old sun.
Yeah, it¡¯s kinda funny, but it¡¯s kinda sad,
How Sundays turn boring when you¡¯re the only lad.
My phone¡¯s got no messages, just a silent tone,
While everyone¡¯s out there, I¡¯m home alone.
I could get up, maybe hit the gym,
But what¡¯s the point, when there¡¯s no one to win?
Thought about calling, but they¡¯re all out of reach,
Probably on a picnic, or chilling at the beach.
So I¡¯m stuck in this loop, with nothing to share,
Just me and my thoughts, floating in the air.
Maybe next Sunday, things will change,
But for now, I¡¯m stuck in this lonely range.
Why¡¯s it gotta be so dull today?
Everyone¡¯s in love, but I¡¯m left to stay.
Lying in bed, just staring at the ceiling,
This Sunday vibe, man, I¡¯m not feeling.
So here I am, just passing the time,
Waiting for the day when life¡¯s in its prime.
But until then, I¡¯ll just lay low,
Sunday blues, man, they come and they go.
