Wasted Early Sunday Morning

You're not the sun It's just a light Waking on a sunday morning You're not the church It's just the bells Ringing sweetly through the house And if this sense of mind You got an answer And I am not this rare You're still in reach I please myself Wasting early sunday morning You're not my lead You're just my help Tuck me in just denied And in this state of mind You want a want Nothing close to what I need I breathe you in I breathe you in I breathe you in I breathe you in I breathe you in Suit yourself Lose myself Breaking early sunday morning You're not the sun You're not my church I still hold some self control But in this sense of mind I'm still too high Look no hands I breathe you in Breathe you in Breathe you in Breathe you in Breathe you in (i breathe you I breathe you I breathe you I breathe you I breathe you)