today i woke and found what was lost
a day of hurt, a day of cost
a look in the mirror reveals what's known
i am the only place where i find home

i control this lonesome land
with naught but a pence thrown in my hand
but still control belongs to me
which should convince me that i am free

a drive of doubt fuels me forward
though my heels dig in, i move onward
a flash of what i know to be the past
despite my desire does not last

i take my hands and hold my head
without self control i'm better off dead
muscle memory moves me on
finding solace in the promise of a new dawn

i know that when my eyelids part tomorrow
there will be less of this god awful sorrow
but for now i'll allow myself to sink a bit
mondays really are nothing but ****