Sundays

I know I signify more to you than stability alone
Like August in a midwestern state
Full of grace and half broken bones

You're falling over your own unfortunate songs
You can soak in all the sun you want
But it can't burn away your home

You're so close to changing forever
And I'm too close to my family to notice
This year had better make me a new man
This liar could reach out and find me
I don't look up to enough local heroes
I still don't feel inspired enough to change
You leave me more than a martyr would ask for
With civil service and my conscience to blame

I'm sorry I made you lose focus
I didn't think you slept enough to dream
Of a never-ending need to follow
And a never-ending need to persuade me