Monday
Oh yes
Another sober Monday
Sat in these pink and white sheets
Vanilla soaks the air
And you soak my sheets
Amy sings
And this rose wine flows
So bitter and nice
And your rugged face
Tugs at my mind
My mind wanders
Throughout this flowery pod
And sweeps over the dusty floors
And moist mattresses
Takes itself over the pine trees
Towards your house
Oh yes
Another sober Monday
