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Remembering Sunday

Sarah Lightwood and Alex Gaskarth; seemingly the perfect couple. With her light blond hair flowing down her shoulders hitting a few inches less than halfway down her back, and her beautifully striking dark blue eyes, she was beautiful. Short, standing at 5’4”, but beautiful nevertheless. Alex was devilishly handsome, with messy dark brown hair and dark brown eyes to match, it seemed like they were the picture perfect couple. What was going on behind the scenes?

Nothing.

Or so it seemed.

Because if it was really just nothing, why did she leave?

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He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes
Started making his way past 2 in the morning
He hasn’t been sober for days.

Leaning now into the breeze
Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees
They had breakfast together
But two eggs don’t last
Like the feeling of what he needs.

Now this place seems familiar to him
She pulled on his hand with a devilish grin
She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs
Left him dying to get in.

Forgive me, I’m trying to find
My calling, I’m calling at night
I don’t mean to be a bother,
But have you seen this girl?
She’s been running through my dreams
And it’s driving me crazy, it seems
I’m going to ask her to marry me.

Even though she doesn’t believe in love,
He’s determined to call her bluff
Who could deny these butterflies?
They’re filling his gut.

Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces
He pleads though he tries
But he’s only denied
Now he’s dying to get inside.

Forgive me, I’m trying to find
My calling, I’m calling at night
I don’t mean to be a bother,
But have you seen this girl?
She’s been running through my dreams
And it’s driving me crazy, it seems
I’m going to ask her to marry me.

The neighbors said she moved away
Funny how it rained all day
I didn’t think much of it then
But it’s starting to all make sense
Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds
Are following me in my desperate endeavor
To find my whoever, wherever she may be.

I’m not coming back (forgive me)
I’ve done something so terrible
I’m terrified to speak (I’m not calling, I’m not calling)
But you’d expect that from me
I’m mixed up, I’ll be blunt, now the rain is just (You’re driving me crazy, I’m)
Washing you out of my hair and out of my mind
Keeping an eye on the world,
From so many thousands of feet off the ground, I’m over you now
I’m at home in the clouds, and towering over your head.

Well I guess I’ll go home now...
I guess I’ll go home now...
I guess I’ll go home now...
I guess I’ll go home.


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Disclaimer: I donot own All Time Low, nor am I affiliated with them in any way, shape, or form. I also do not own the song “Remembering Sunday”. But the original characters are mine, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t steal. I also own the plot—save for the lyrics, I own everything here, so don’t take any of those.

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