Me On Monday

What's the use of killing time and getting up today?

The bosses got lined-up all fine to my dismay.

What about this dreadful noise ringing in my head?

What about this loneliness? Am I dead yet?

Don't you wanna be with me on Monday.

Don't you disagree with me on Monday.

Don't you try to stand in my way on Monday.

I can't explain the reason why I'm stuck from 9 to 5.

Only my absent-mindedness keeps me alive.

Indifference has gained control, duty lost its weight.

In my thoughts I'm off and gone, never too late.