he awoke to a dog screaming and the sight of a little man in his doorway...
eyes clouded, he still thinks he's dreaming
but what sort of dream would bother with such minute details?
blood flows back into his heart, warming it too soon
it just seems to crack, causing a mixture of emotions
he's been through this before
although he has a grasp of his feelings, understanding each and every one of them
sometimes they overwhelm him, and all he can do is just smile and laugh
so instead of trying to understand the barrage of emotions
he turns to his personal radio station in his head
tell me why/ i don't like mondays/ tell me why/ i don't like mondays...
then for some reason, he realizes that it's wednesday
tell me why/ i don't like/ tell me why/ i don't like mondays/ i want to shoot the whole day down
he is finally fully roused from his sleep
and he smiles that wonderful smile of his
and continues killing himself with music and nicotene
they can see no reasons/ because there are no reasons/what reasons do you need
but what sort of dream would bother with such minute details?
blood flows back into his heart, warming it too soon
it just seems to crack, causing a mixture of emotions
he's been through this before
although he has a grasp of his feelings, understanding each and every one of them
sometimes they overwhelm him, and all he can do is just smile and laugh
so instead of trying to understand the barrage of emotions
he turns to his personal radio station in his head
tell me why/ i don't like mondays/ tell me why/ i don't like mondays...
then for some reason, he realizes that it's wednesday
tell me why/ i don't like/ tell me why/ i don't like mondays/ i want to shoot the whole day down
he is finally fully roused from his sleep
and he smiles that wonderful smile of his
and continues killing himself with music and nicotene
they can see no reasons/ because there are no reasons/what reasons do you need