sunday blues

damned if I do, damned if I don’t

my gut feelings and my heart always argue;

the devil and angel on my shoulder

and I just order another iced coffee, sit back, and watch

(when do you ever know the right answer,

how do you know when to surrender or keep fighting

when does lust turn to love

what happens when the fire and smoke clear)

sunday is for daydreaming and fighting the blues

my shoulders feel heavy, the angel and devil are playing now

and I fall asleep on the couch