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Song Story: Remembering Sunday

Blinking as he opened his eyes, he regrets it immediately. Squeezing his eyes tightly shut he rubs his forehead. It was going to be a while before he remembered what happened last night, all he knows is he's got a massive hangover.
Carefully reopening his eyes he lets them adjust to the dim lighting. Glancing at the clock he noted thats its almost one thirty in the morning. Having nothing better to do he rolls out of bed and throws on a t shirt and a pair of shoes, seeing as he already has a pair of jeans on.

Walking into his kitchen he grabs a bottle of beer, it's not like you could make his headache any worse, and he felt he had to do something to keep those memories away. He hasn't been sober for days because of his failing attempt to not remember those days.

Leaning out onto the railing of his balcony, the cool breeze is calming and the night air is fresh. It sparks up a memory of the one thing he was trying to keep out. Remembering Sunday he falls to his knees smashing his bottle on the balconies floor next to him. His head drops into his hands and he weeps violently, letting the quiet of the night time surround him.
He remembers them have breakfast that morning, eggs and bacon. It was such a warm and happy memory gone bad. Those to eggs would never make up for the piece of his heart he was missing.

Stumbling back inside in a drunken daze he plants him self on the couch, salty water staining his face. He sinks into a new memory, the place seems so familiar but he can't place his finger on it. That girl, the one who still had his heart, she lead him upstairs with a devilish grin. Then slammed the door in his face, he banged on the door begging, dying to get in.

The next day he cleaned himself up a bit and went to her house, the place was empty. So he went to the neighbors saying:

"Forgive me I'm trying to find someone. Have you seen this girl? She's been running through my dreams, it's been driving me crazy it seems, I'm going to ask her to marry me." All the neighbors took pity, seeing how tired and desperate he seemed, but gently denied having seen the girl.

He remembers he always saying that love was just a fantasy, but he new if he could find her he'd call her bluff. Just thinking of her made him feel like a middle school boy with a crush again.

He went door to door waking the neighbors because of his early hour, only to be denied no matter how hard he pleads and tries. Repeating the same thing to each neighbor hoping to get a different result.

"Forgive me I'm trying to find someone. Have you seen this girl? She's been running through my dreams, it's been driving me crazy it seems, I'm going to ask her to marry me."

And finally someone knew something. They said she had moved away just a couple days ago, and that's all they knew. He found it funny how it rain that whole day. It didn't really make sense at first. But as the days go on, it does. The clouds are following me in my desperate endeavor to find my whoever, wherever she may be.

He answers the phone to hear her voice. " I'm not coming back. Forgive me. I've done something so terrible. I'm terrified to speak, but you'd expect that from me. I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt, now the rain is just washing you out of my hair and out of my mind. I'm keeping an eye on the ground 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" He replies

"Well I guess I'll go home now" She echoes

"Well I guess I'll go home." They say in unison

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Remembering Sunday by All Time Low