"Sunday Morning (Demo)" lyrics - ETHEL CAIN

Swaying softly, streetlights glowing through my windows
Trying on each dress I bought for you
Do I look pretty
When I ask you to hit me?

Hands like barbed wire
Wrapped around my throat, making me cry like
I told you l wanted in the car, on the long drive home
Baby, we're alone now
Sunday morning, everything hurts except for you
Except for you

And I like thinking I'm no different from you
Different from you
Different from you
When I go home at night, I think about the ways that I can get out
Of the hold you've got me in
Of the hold you've got me in
Of the hold you've got me in

[Outro:]
You're making me
I'll make you feel alone