A Monday morning my dosimeter of blues is going through
The roof
Can't tell you what I'd say but you could hear it in my brain that much is true
The drowning leaves its stain and derangement bears its chain a gift for you
I give to you
Waking has it's pain and it's the same when the sun goes down
There's no escape.
A Monday morning I got things that I could do
How about you?
But what's the use?
A french press coffee and a workout on the bike
That's a start
A Monday morning I got things that I could do
How about you?
But what's the use?
A french press coffee and a workout on the bike
That's a start