Sunday Morning
Ethel Cain Song Lyrics

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 I wanted in the car, on the long drive home

Baby, we're alone now.

Sunday morning, everything hurts except for you

Except for you

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.

You've still got time, waiting on the other side

You'll still be alright, if you just make it to the other side

You'll still be alright, even after all this time

You'll still be alright, you'll still be alright.

Sunday morning, nothing hurts, not even you

No, not even you

No, not even you.