Days of the Week

Monday, back from the dead

I'm letting it go, back for another one

Tuesday, shoot me in the head

I'm taking it back, taking it back

I'll take it back

Wednesday, she's looking for a friend

She'll get what she wants, can't seem to get enough

Thursday, it's more than I can stand

I'm holding her down, holding her down

She's down again

I've gotta find a way to find her

Where could she be?

Four days of the week

She thinks I'm the enemy

One day, left me for dead

Woke up on the floor, time for another one

Two days, she's leaving me again

Can't take it no more, out through the open door

Three days, she's found herself a friend

She got what she wants, still never get enough

Four days, she's back with me again

She's pulling me down, pulling me down

I'm down again

I've gotta find a way to find her

Where could she be?

Four days of the week

She thinks I'm the enemy

Monday's gone

Tuesday's fading

Wednesday's gone

Thursday's all but wasted now

Monday, back from the dead

I'm letting it go, back for another one

Tuesday, shoot me in the head

I'm taking it back, taking it back

I'll take it back

I've gotta find a way to find her

Where could she be?

Four days of the week

She thinks I'm the enemy

Thinks I'm the enemy