The Monday After Easter Sunday

The Monday after Easter Sunday's filled with guilt again
 'Cause I didn't call your mom when I said I would
 But tomorrow I'll make good on that
 When I wake up in the morning, I promise that I'll call her back
 When I wake up in the morning, I promise that I'll call her back
 And I'm really not that good with the remembering of names
 But I'll remember yours
 You're all I ever wanted and more
 The lightning in the thunderstorm
 And if a Kodak moment were to exist
 Now would be the time to snap your fucking pic
 Come on, honey, help me if I'm doing it wrong
 Cannonball along, packing weed in the bong all day
 And the Friday after Thanksgiving Thursday
 I couldn't dread it more if I tried
 'Cause I missed your father's call last night
 Yeah, he's everybody's favorite guy
 And if I didn't say the same, deep down I'd know it's a lie
 And if I didn't say the same, deep down I'd know it's a lie
 And I'm really not that good with the remembering of names
 But I'll remember yours
 You're all I ever wanted and more
 The resolve of the final chord
 And if a Kodak moment were to exist
 Now would be the time to snap your fucking pic
 Come on, honey, help me if I'm doing it wrong
 Cannonball along, packing weed in the bong all day
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 And if a Kodak moment were to exist
 Now would be the time to snap your fucking pic
 Come on, honey, help me if I'm doing it wrong
 Cannonball along, packing weed in the bong all day