Texty: Kesha. Other. Sunday Morning.

You've been here before
Yeah
You've seen it all
And I won't even
Let you look
Over the walls

Say you're terrified
So am I
That I won't give in
I could never tell you
It'd let you win

You can stay
You offer
That's all I
Really wanted on

Sunday morning
Is what
Makes this life
Worth living

Yeah
Sunday morning
It gives me
Something to
Believe in
Please
Don't let me go

Your touch is simple
You're jaded
You're sweet
I tried so hard
To make you
Fall in love with me

You kiss my finger tips
This is all I have
Do I really need
To say anything back?

Please don't break me
You plead
You've already
Broken me by

Sunday morning
Is what
Makes this life
Worth living

Yeah
Sunday morning
It gives me
Something to
Believe in
Please
Don't let me go

But nothing's
Ever permanent
No
Nothing's ever permanent