WORDS

MIGHT AS WELL BE MONDAY (Room 205)

Might as well be Monday. That’s what you said to me.

Your memories are fonder than anything that’s real.

Living out of boxes, and hiding from the past.

You won’t pick up the telephone. How long can that last?

 

Silently hoping that he just might find you.

Foot to the floor. And you can’t look behind you.

 

Nothing gets done when the day is gone.

I can’t help.

I can’t even hold out my hand to you.

But if you fall...I’m falling too.

 

Might as well be Monday. That’s how much I care.

He wants what he thinks is his. You can’t have your share.

Smile like you mean it. Don’t let him see your tears.

Please send me a postcard from far away from here.

 

Silently hoping that he just might find you.

Foot to the floor. And you can’t look behind you.

 

Nothing gets done when the day is gone.

I can’t help.

I can’t even hold out my hand to you.

But if you fall...I’m falling too.

 

Oh, it might as well be Monday. That’s what you said to me.

Oh, your memories are fonder than anything that’s real.

 

 

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Assistant Engineer / Mixer - Connor Thompson