It's the same day again, another Monday, everyday is Monday Monday, its Monday. Monday again, its Monday The rain is pouring and its Monday, I have to go to work I'm stocking shelves on Monday and the rain is pouring I see the blonde girl and I avoid her eyes because its Monday Perhaps on Tuesday I'll smile at her but its Monday and its raining I'm taking a cigarette break on Monday and its raining still Now I'm buying painkillers because its Monday and the rain seeps through my hood on Monday Monday, its Monday. Monday again, its Monday "Is the bus late?" "Yes, probably because its Monday." Solemn faces on Monday Crying children on Monday Jaded skies on Monday Will the sun be shining on Friday? Who knows, I only exist on Monday and its raining again.
Regarding the aforementioned blonde girl, I will smile at you one day, if I can only figure out how to smile.