M.C.C - Week Lyrics

Morning
Dreading the days of a Monday
Why is my glass made of plastic
Wondering when I will give in
Tuesday
Hating myself on a Tuesday
Why should I give into your lies
I'm in contempt of your pain now
This is my day
You can decide
When the week is over
I can now sigh
Wednesday
Over it all on a Wednesday
Maybe I'm asking for too much
Maybe I'm not even thinking
Thursday
Killing my thoughts on a Thursday
Why is there no one around me
But can I be so pessimistic
This is my day
You can decide
When the week is over
I can now sigh
Friday
Kissing the lips of a Friday
Softly and smoothly and gently
Optimism has now entered
Entered