Monday to Thursday

Monday to thursday

I cant get out of bed

It’s so mundane on the 5th floor

Shall I come over she said

I make a coffee to start the day off

But I ain’t kidding nobody today

I let it sit, ’till it goes cold

Sleeping through the midday sun

Oh it’s begun

Im sleeping through the midday sun

Oh it’s begun

Sleeping through the midday sun

‘till it’s all gone

Every line ever written

Feels like a massive cliche

& what drives a passion

Has been taken away

I used to hear the trees hiss

In the silence of the night

Now all I see are blinding city lights

It’s not forever

But it feels like a trap

& in the cold winter streets

I walk hands behind my feet

Call it what you want

Just not what it is

I’ve got enough labels to be in the Nascar biz

Oh it’s begun

Im sleeping through the midday sun

It’s begun

Yeah im sleeping through the midday sun

‘till it’s all gone

Sleeping through the midday sun

On & on & on & on & on

Sleeping through the midday sin

On & on & on

Sleeping through the midday sun

On & on