Monday you're walking Tuesday you're waiting
This isn't too fair but you never cared
Wednesday you're counting Thursday you're frowning
Yet you'll never share just serving blank stares
We got to talking it was the morning
I shouldn't have said what looped in my head
I gave a warning the storm is forming
I'm out of control I'm out of control
I reside in your pocket dear
No amount of time I won't wait around here
You make my head feel so clear