Blue light on the ceiling
Phone screen glowing dim
Outside cars are fading
The night's settling in
Half-finished conversation
Still stuck in my head
Funny how on Sundays
Everything feels unsaid
Sunday night
Running slowly through my mind
Streetlights
Passing like a movie line
Sunday night
Nothing really feels too loud
Just the air
And the quiet now
Laundry on the chair
Cold coffee by the bed
Tiny sounds from downtown
Echoing instead
Scrolling through old pictures
Then putting my phone away
Trying not to think too hard
About Monday
Maybe I like nights like this
A little empty
A little warm
Sunday night
City glowing soft and low
Headlights
Moving like they’re floating slow
Sunday night
Wish I could stay awake awhile
Right here
In this faded light
