I literally slept through Sunday then figured I might as well get a song out of it. It's about how depression leads you to not want to do things but then you don't do things and you start to de-value yourself and then you get stressed and then you get depressed and around it goes until you miss a whole day due to a lie-in. This is my dad's favourite song because of the harmonies.
lyrics
The working week is done
I had some lazy days, far too many
I don't want to leave my house
There's nothing out there for me
I don't want to live in lethargy
The stress just gets to me
I'm not proud and I'm not happy
It pains me when I have to say
I slept through Sunday
I slept through Sunday
I slept through Sunday
I wonder if they notice me
Their perpetual absentee
I hope they'd care or wish they'd call
'cause otherwise I mean nothing at all
I don't want to live in lethargy
The stress just gets to me
I'm not proud and I'm not happy
It pains me when I have to say
I slept through Sunday
I slept through Sunday
I slept through Sunday
It wasn't choice
Or some desire
To just stay in
I never wanted
To be living
On a death from within
My week has failed
And I can't bear
To let it sink in
This sign of a life being wasted
I slept through Sunday
I slept through Sunday
I slept through Sunday