Lyrics:

Ice-cold, rolling up alone
Scrolling through portals on my phone
My friends are out there on the bend
In bathrooms telling stories that will never end
Telephone telepathy
Normally I would press send
Hanxiety recipe
Sunday stitches on the mend
Sunday stitches on the mend, yeah
Sunday stitches on the mend
Sunday stitches on the mend
Heating up, running dusk 'til dawn
All the 90s kids chewing to the bone
And it sticks, but nothing's set in stone (nothing's set in stone)
Demon days are dark, dead and gone
Telephone telepathy
Normally I would press send (normally I would press send)
Hanxiety recipe
Sunday stitches on the mend
Sunday stitches on the mend, yeah
Sunday stitches on the mend
Sunday stitches on the mend
(I'm in my bed again)
For the TV show, I'm a domino (just for the weekend)
'Cause Monday's gone and Tuesday's long (I'm in my bed again)
Through the highs and lows, it's a long road ('til the weekend)
'Cause Monday's gone and Tuesday's long
Sunday stitches on the mend
Sunday stitches on the mend
Ah, Sunday stitches on the mend
Ice-cold, rolling up alone
Scrolling through portals on my phones
My friends are out there on the bend
In bathrooms telling stories that will never end