Monday has a bad reputation
Before dawn,
Already frowned upon.
A lousy onset
Before it even started.
Monday has a bad reputation
I am dragging myself out of bed
When I should be clenching my fists,
Going in for the kill.
The titillating hope of the beginning
The victory dance when one wins
You gave me Friday this morning.
I have been in love with you
Since that first night
I laid eyes on you;
Still turning it around
Eight years in.
You and I,
An empty bar,
Rewriting Monday's light.
