Why'd you go and wake me, I was sleeping, sleeping away inside my peace

Why'd you go and cut, I wasn't bleeding, bleeding now and yet, these colors read

It still feels

Like a Monday

A weekend over, over and over again, it still feels like a Thursday

With a weekend that will never come

Why'd you go and have to be a problem

I'm on the wrong side of the bed

Why'd you go and have to fuck with my mind, was it ever right inside my head

I won't pretend to know how, it feels to not hate at all

It still feels like a Monday

A weekend over, over and over again, it still feels like a Thursday

With a weekend that will never come

I don't have the patience that I thought I did

I'm aging hard like sour milk in my mouth. It's a rusty self, but a sign in the back

It still feels like a Monday. A weekend over, over and over again