It's a Sunday night and you're still faded
Can't process emotions, you've become too jaded
Not a thought behind those eyes, your stare's so vacant
And then you hear my song coming up on your playlist
You think
You don't hate Mondays, you just hate me
Another week of not being what we're supposed to be
I don't love Fridays, I just love you
And all of the anxiety you put me through
The best is yet to come, so don't you think 'bout the past
All good things come to end, but the best things last
I hope that you realize what you were looking for
Was standing outside your bolted shut front door
I don't wanna hurt you, I think that I deserve you
I don't know why I'm always in a bad mood
Forget it, I'm a bad dude
I don't mean to sound rude
but don't you think an apology is past due
Winter trees survive by losing their leaves
Maybe change is all we need
I think that it'll start with me
Maybe one day you'll agree
You don't hate Mondays, you just hate me
Another week of not being what we're supposed to be
I don't love Fridays, I just love you
And all of the anxiety you put me through
The best is yet to come, so don't you think 'bout the past
All good things come to end, but the best things last
I hope that you realize what you were looking for
Was standing outside your bolted shut front door
Broke up on a Tuesday
Second thoughts Wednesday
Tried my best on Thursday
Gave up on Friday
Unwell on Saturday
Recovering on Sunday
You call me up on Monday
I answer and you say
You don't hate Mondays, you just hate me
Another week of not being what we're supposed to be
I don't love Fridays, I just love you
And all of the anxiety you put me through
The best is yet to come, so don't you think 'bout the past
All good things come to end, but the best things last
I hope that you realize what you were looking for
Was standing outside your bolted shut front door