Sunday Impressions
Pizzicato Five Lyrics

I started hating
The singer despises everything about themselves

Everything about myself
The singer hates their entire being

On a Sunday
The day is a Sunday

Afternoon
The time of day is afternoon

A bit past two-thirty
The time is 2:30 pm or later

Spent a long time
The singer spent a significant amount of time doing something

Locked up in
The singer was confined in a space or room

The bathroom
The room the artist was locked up in is a bathroom

Shaving staring at my own face
The artist is shaving and intently looking at their own reflection

I got older
The artist is aging

I look like a crook
The singer thinks they appear suspicious or untrustworthy

I look
The artist's appearance is unpleasant to them

So tired
The singer looks exhausted or weary

A vulgar man
The singer is vulgar

Stares back at me
The singer is looking at their own reflection

Such a vulgar story
Their story is unsophisticated or lacking refinement

Such a vulgar
The story is vulgar

Sunday afternoon
The setting is a Sunday afternoon

I gave up
The singer surrendered or resigned themselves to inactivity

Doing anything
The artist did not partake in any activities

And then
Afterwards

I had nothing to do
The artist has no tasks or activities to undertake

On a Sunday afternoon at 5:30 pm
The time is a Sunday afternoon at 5:30 pm

I was sitting at
The artist was located at a stalled position

The outfield bleachers
The singer was situated in the seats furthest from the playing field

Watching a boring
The singer is viewing something unenjoyable

Game
The thing being viewed by the singer is a game

When I fall in love
The artist is referencing a hypothetical time when they will fall in love

I start thinking about
The artist's thoughts are directed towards a particular topic

The end of
The conclusion of something

Love
The concept of love

This is a day
The present is a noteworthy day

To remember
An event worthy of your memory has occurred

Our vulgar couple
The artist and a partner have a vulgar narrative

Were staring back at me
The singer is confronted with their vulgar self

I locked myself up
The artist isolated themselves

Realised
It dawned on the singer

Nobody wants
No one desires

To see me
No one wants to be in the singer's presence

I suppose this is good-bye
The artist bids farewell or concludes the representation of a scenario in their life

As I finished shaving
The artist concluded their shaving process

I am
The singer exists

Such a boring guy
The singer is uninteresting

Such a vulgar story
The narration of the artist's story is vulgar

Such a vulgar
The vulgar nature of the story is reiterated

Sunday afternoon
The setting is a Sunday afternoon

Nobody wants
No one desires

To see me
No one wants to be in the artist's presence