Wasted Monday

Wasted Monday

Shutters to the ceiling

I can’t shake this feeling anymore

Weighing heavy

Falling with no parachute

On a diving bell that never goes to shore

There’s dust on the floor

Frost on the door

It’s just me and my

Wasted Monday

The less that you care

The more that you know

It’s nothing but a

Wasted Monday

Sometimes, my life

Is nothing but a wasted monday

Sometimes, my life

Is nothing but a wasted monday

Contemplating

All the new temptations

Trying to keep my thoughts from being here

Spinning, drifter

Tell me how did I get here

Talking about the weather when it’s clear

I can’t change me

If i call it sad does it make it better

Good time, baby

Till I’m in the weeds and I’m alone