Sunday Afternoons

There is nothing in the world as lonely

As a lonesome Sunday afternoon
We keep busy with people we call family

But they are really just
A convenient distraction
That we use

To pretend that we aren’t alone

On a Sunday afternoon
I am alone, not today
But on many days named
Sunday

Oh, that was today
And I was alone
One day, all Christians will
Wear necklaces made of
Tiny guns

And Atheists will wear
Little crosses
And when we all come full
Circle, and the madness of belief
Hits us we will
Continue to ignore
What we know to be True
And stay with what we know is
False

And we will always be lonely
On Sunday afternoons