I'm so sick and tired of today, I want to get far away
I want to kick off my shoes, and sleep off the Monday blues
And even though the time is right, I already know that I
I'm gonna be staring at the ceiling, searching for a feeling, searching for a feeling or two
I'm so sick and tired of today, I want to get far, far away
I need a change in weather, but it's taking forever
Even though it has the right, I thought it'd cut me a break just this one time
I want to get home so I can fall down all around and switch off my phone
But even if it's just the Monday blues, I don't think a Monday lasts a whole year or a few
At what point will I sit and face the truth? I think there's something wrong and I don't know what I should do
I don't know who to tell or what to say, I don't want to come off like I'm going out my brain
For fuck's sake, this was a mistake, I'm okay
