Hayit Murat, Night Lovell - Sunday

Why do they make me feel like it's nowhere to go
Like it's nowhere to go, like it's nowhere to go
I got my shit packed up but I really ain't sold
But I really ain't sold but I really really sold
Don't wanna leave can you not see I cannot breathe
Yeah, I cannot breathe I cannot breathe
Didn't know a warm bright Sunday could turn so cold
Could turn so cold could turn so cold