Sunday woke up at the top of his stairs wondering how long he'd been sitting there for scared of sleep walking down to his d**h so he locks himself inside his doors he says what if I fall it's a long way down it's much easier living life with a gun to your head and I can't help coming undone somebody calls him so he answers the phone it's the girl than he first loved she said Sunday I miss I want to see you and we'll be together soon he said what if the plane that I take crashes and burns it's so lonely living life with a gun to your head and I can't help coming undone he says I'll never fly those things got broken wings you know I'd love to see you but I don't think I'd be happy no I'll stay this way