[Lyric] The Monday After Easter Sunday (Shutups)

The Monday after Easter Sunday’s filled with guilt again
Coz I didn’t call your mom when I said I would
But tomorrow I’ll make good on that
When I wake up in the morning I promise that I’ll call her back
When I wake up in the morning I promise that I’ll call her back

And I’m really not that good with the remembering of names
But I’ll remember yours
You’re all I ever wanted and more
The lightning in the thunderstorm

And if a Kodak moment were to exist
Now would be the time to snap your fucking pic
Come on honey, help me if I’m doing it wrong
Cannonball along, packing weed in the bong
All day

And the Friday after Thanksgiving Thursday
I couldn’t dread it more if I tried
Coz I missed your father’s call last night
Yeah he’s everybody’s favorite guy
And if I didn’t say the same deep down I’d know it’s a lie
And if I didn’t say the same deep down I’d know it’s a lie
And I’m really not that good with the remembering of names
But I’ll remember yours
You’re all I ever wanted and more
The resolve of the final chord

And if a Kodak moment were to exist
Now would be the time to snap your fucking pic
Come on, honey help me if I’m doing it wrong
Cannonball along, packing weed in the bong
All day