sweet little agony

[hotpotato]

 This week or last week
I don't really care about it anymore
I write myself this later
I tell myself you let me go
Without me
Oh what's wrong with you
Monday Monday Monday
Your house or mine
I don't really care about it anymore
I close my eyes
I make myself unhappy so you'll go
Without me
Oh what's wrong with you
Monday Monday Monday
Oh, and I say damn your mood swings
I'm calling out
I don't really care for your city anymore
I spend the night
I lay awake and miss you when you go
Without me
Oh what's wrong with you
Monday Monday Monday
Oh, and I say damn your mood swings