monday mornings the worst day of the week
like going to war with just a toothpick
tuesdays a hangover from yesterdays drift
still bleeding from all those battle scars
wednesdays i feel like singing
middle of the week i start celebrating
thursdays almost home feel like crying
anticipation brewing hard to put a lid on
friday nights i know you are waiting
ready with that dress where everthing is showing
satudays we just go out shopping
i easily get tired because im the one paying
sundays filled with regret
did not even had a chance to say hey happy weekend
oh well monday again got to fight my way through
wishing everyday is friday so that im always with you
