On Monday

(альбом: Hurricane Season - 2011)

Trying to get home from a place so far away
That fairy tales, they ain't got nothing on this place
Didn't get a little help from my friends or the Architect
And I ended up in space with some Australian blend

They keep on dropping hints but I don't pick them up
A couple pennies on the floor, I say "you call that luck?"
Don't think I'm gonna make it, just know that I tried
Tried so hard to please everyone my face got tired

I got so weak I can't even reach my own front door
When my heart still beating there out on my porch
Hear it sing

I'm sorry that I missed you on Monday
My body fell apart, then it laid right in my way
I got no big stories to tell, no I'm not there and back from Hell
But I blew it this time, and I missed you on Monday

They're trying me like a jury, and I can't drop my defense
All you got is a story, don't even care if it makes sense
Now I'm handcuffed to this bench, but I'm the one robbed of all my strength
No I'm not giving up, but it sure feels that way

Is it funny this shit happens almost every time
Or just sad as hell that I still play along?
Either way

I'm sorry that I missed you on Monday
My body fell apart, then it laid right in my way
I got no big stories to tell, no I'm not there and back from Hell
But I blew it this time, and I missed you on Monday

Sorry that I missed you on Monday
My body fell apart, then it laid right in my way
I got no big stories to tell, no I'm not there and back from Hell
But I blew it this time, and I missed you on Monday
'Cause I love you, but I missed you on Monday