I open my eyes
on Sunday afternoon.
My dumb dreams imply
that there are two of you.
I try to not think
of irrational things,
but whenever I blink,
you are what my mind brings
to me.
But this you is a fantasy.

It's monday night
and my head is swimming.
A subconscious fight,
and the fiction is winning.
I try not to let
these old lies let me down,
And I try to forget,
but I think I'll drown.
You see,
I miss what you'll never be.

Tuesday is through
and you're stuck in my head,
memories of you
are on all accounts dead.
I try hard to sleep,
but there isn't a chance.
So I lie and I weep,
'Cause I want you to dance
with me.
Under the willow tree.

Wednesday is here,
and I think of your voice.
It's been a whole year
but I haven't a choice.
I try hard to live
but I've lost all my trust,
'cause I was your captive,
All I want is to just
be free.
Of you and our history.

Thursday at dawn,
and I'm hardly awake,
With every yawn,
my whole body shakes.
I try hard to go
without thinking of you,
but I want you to know,
that revenge is due.
You see,
I actually believe in me.

Friday at noon,
and I enter my mind,
where you sit on the moon,
and it's making me blind.
I try hard to curb
all the feelings I store,
but you pluck at my nerves,
you're a ******* *****,
baby.
And it's all that you'll ever be.

Oh, why
Were you living that lie?
Was I being a creep?
Is it something more deep?
Can I ask you again,
if I **** as a friend,
why the hell did you stick around
until I shut down?

Saturday now,
I'm asleep in my bed,
Not dreaming of you,
but myself instead.
Don't try to smile,
I don't have to run,
'cause I know that you're vile,
and I'm havin' more fun,
clearly.
Have a nice life, honey.