What a tough day
Hoping tomorrow will be better
Squeeze the pillow tight
Try and forget your night.
You stopped washing your jeans
Read about it in a magazine
Adds character apparently
Creases, dirt and gallantry.
Always short of money
Bills never stop a coming
Try and turn a blind eye
But the end is nigh.
Monday to Friday passes
Taste of stale bourbon fades
Appetite starts to grow
Time to do it all again in woe.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC
What a tough day
Hoping tomorrow will be better
Squeeze the pillow tight
Try and forget your night.
You stopped washing your jeans
Read about it in a magazine
Adds character apparently
Creases, dirt and gallantry.
Always short of money
Bills never stop a coming
Try and turn a blind eye
But the end is nigh.
Monday to Friday passes
Taste of stale bourbon fades
Appetite starts to grow
Time to do it all again in woe.
