Momma says I'm up to no good againCouldn't make her proud though I did my bestI feel like a messI feel like I'm stuck in the wrong skinI feel like I'm sickBut I'm having trouble swallowing my own medicineSunday carry me carry me down to the waterAnd wash me clean I'm still strugglingSunday bury me under the weight of who you need me to beCan't you see I'm strugglingI keep God locked in a picture frameSo I feel a little better about my numbered daysYeah I confessThe questions and the answers seem to the sound the sameI'm just like the restStanding tall pretending not to be afraidSunday carry me carry me down to the waterAnd wash me clean I'm still strugglingSunday bury me under the weight of who you need me to beCan't you see I'm strugglingSunday come around lift me up againNever too proud for a helping handI've been feeling downCan you heal me nowSunday come around lift me up againNever too proud for a helping handI've been feeling downCan you heal me nowSunday carry me carry me down to the waterAnd wash me clean I'm still strugglingSunday bury me under the weight of who you need me to beCan't you see I'm struggling