Dust and Dishes

[Verse] Sunday mornin' dragging feet in a haze dust in the sunlight Tattered old rug lumps of dog hair and days of neglect Dishes in the sink piled high smellin' rank under the faucet's drip Cobwebs in the corners creepin' like my sins [Verse 2] Take a broom to my life sweep away this cluttered mind Toothbrush in my hand scrubbing circles tryin' to find Floorboards creak and groan like they understand my pain Laundromat spins tales of socks lost in the drain [Chorus] Chores on a Sunday breakin' me down to nothin' but sweat Washing away dreams with soap and suds and regrets On a Sunday these walls close in on my sanity Scrubbin' away the grime but dirt won't let me be free [Verse 3] Vacuum hums a dirge wailin' like a train tracks scream Stains on the glass reflections of my lost dreams Spray and wipe till my hands bleed the dirt holds tight Every corner's a battlefield another endless fight [Bridge] Clothesline in the yard waving white flags of defeat Towels like ghosts in the wind surrendering to this heat Sky's turnin' gray as the day creeps towards the end Sunday's almost gone but the mess just won't bend [Chorus] Chores on a Sunday breakin' me down to nothin' but sweat Washing away dreams with soap and suds and regrets On a Sunday these walls close in on my sanity Scrubbin' away the grime but dirt won't let me be free