Church on Sunday/lyrics

Today is the first day of the rest of our lives
Tomorrow is too late to pretend
Everything's all right
I'm not getting any younger as long as you don't get any older
I'm not going to state that yesterday never was

Bloodshot deadbeat and lack of sleep
Making your mascara bleed
Tears down your face
Leaving traces of mistakes

If I promise to go to church on Sunday
Will you go with me on Friday night?
If you live with me, I'll die for you
And this compromise