Mondays, I stay home and fade away
Sit here feeling sad about my pathetic little existence
I'm not very relevant
No one wants to know me
And that's okay, that's okay
Triads make me happy
Especially when they're in major tonality
I get sick and tired of all your fancy little jazz chords
They're not really little
They're actually quite extensive
But I guess that's okay
Guess that's okay
Guess that's okay
Guess that's okay
I miss coffee
I'm too sleepy
I'm too whingey
I should know I'm lucky
The fake flowers on my bookshelf are good cause they never die
I wish that my real plants were the same and never died
I'm sorry I killed your bonsai
I'm just really careless and it's not okay
It's not okay
It's not okay
It's not okay
I miss coffee
I'm too sleepy
I'm too whingey
I should know I'm lucky
I miss coffee
I'm too sleepy
I get lonely
I should know I'm lucky
