Days of the Week
๐ต 1178 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:38 duration
๐ ID: 13678728
๐ Lyrics
It's Monday morning and the coffee's on the brill
The sun's a warning, sending signals to the moon
I rise and fall in my accustomed rusted habits
I cant believe myself
And I can hardly stand it anymore
It's Tuesday morning
I file my nails and wash my hair
You're still sleeping like I'm hardly even there
The smell of tangerines are floating through the window
I wonder if someday I'll turn into your widow or your maid
It's Wednesday morning
I think you may have tried to cheat
I smell the perfume on the inside of your sleeve
I must admit I know I can be uite obsessive
I get dramatic and I'm ready to confess it to the lord
It's Thursday morning
I could be pregnant; could be bored
I want to love you
I want to be the staple sword
We might be out of soap or real communication
And all the tricks my little brain plays on my nerves
They need to end
It's Friday morning
Thank god the weekend's almost here
Let's get some breakfast and get far away from here
So I can tell you that I am a secret agent
Who's stationed in a small hotel in Southeast Asia
But that's a lie, you know I've never even been there
I tend to get real bored with my own head and try to make you care.
The sun's a warning, sending signals to the moon
I rise and fall in my accustomed rusted habits
I cant believe myself
And I can hardly stand it anymore
It's Tuesday morning
I file my nails and wash my hair
You're still sleeping like I'm hardly even there
The smell of tangerines are floating through the window
I wonder if someday I'll turn into your widow or your maid
It's Wednesday morning
I think you may have tried to cheat
I smell the perfume on the inside of your sleeve
I must admit I know I can be uite obsessive
I get dramatic and I'm ready to confess it to the lord
It's Thursday morning
I could be pregnant; could be bored
I want to love you
I want to be the staple sword
We might be out of soap or real communication
And all the tricks my little brain plays on my nerves
They need to end
It's Friday morning
Thank god the weekend's almost here
Let's get some breakfast and get far away from here
So I can tell you that I am a secret agent
Who's stationed in a small hotel in Southeast Asia
But that's a lie, you know I've never even been there
I tend to get real bored with my own head and try to make you care.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.44] It's Monday morning and the coffee's on the brill
[00:20.52] The sun's a warning, sending signals to the moon
[00:30.17] I rise and fall in my accustomed rusted habits
[00:36.28] I cant believe myself
[00:38.50] And I can hardly stand it anymore
[00:46.84] It's Tuesday morning
[00:49.80] I file my nails and wash my hair
[00:57.17] You're still sleeping like I'm hardly even there
[01:07.56] The smell of tangerines are floating through the window
[01:13.17] I wonder if someday I'll turn into your widow or your maid
[01:23.77] It's Wednesday morning
[01:26.53] I think you may have tried to cheat
[01:33.90] I smell the perfume on the inside of your sleeve
[01:44.23] I must admit I know I can be uite obsessive
[01:50.00] I get dramatic and I'm ready to confess it to the lord
[02:01.02] It's Thursday morning
[02:03.93] I could be pregnant; could be bored
[02:11.64] I want to love you
[02:15.64] I want to be the staple sword
[02:23.31] We might be out of soap or real communication
[02:29.06] And all the tricks my little brain plays on my nerves
[02:33.29] They need to end
[02:39.86] It's Friday morning
[02:42.49] Thank god the weekend's almost here
[02:49.87] Let's get some breakfast and get far away from here
[02:59.85] So I can tell you that I am a secret agent
[03:05.38] Who's stationed in a small hotel in Southeast Asia
[03:10.94] But that's a lie, you know I've never even been there
[03:16.32] I tend to get real bored with my own head and try to make you care.
[03:37.12]
[00:20.52] The sun's a warning, sending signals to the moon
[00:30.17] I rise and fall in my accustomed rusted habits
[00:36.28] I cant believe myself
[00:38.50] And I can hardly stand it anymore
[00:46.84] It's Tuesday morning
[00:49.80] I file my nails and wash my hair
[00:57.17] You're still sleeping like I'm hardly even there
[01:07.56] The smell of tangerines are floating through the window
[01:13.17] I wonder if someday I'll turn into your widow or your maid
[01:23.77] It's Wednesday morning
[01:26.53] I think you may have tried to cheat
[01:33.90] I smell the perfume on the inside of your sleeve
[01:44.23] I must admit I know I can be uite obsessive
[01:50.00] I get dramatic and I'm ready to confess it to the lord
[02:01.02] It's Thursday morning
[02:03.93] I could be pregnant; could be bored
[02:11.64] I want to love you
[02:15.64] I want to be the staple sword
[02:23.31] We might be out of soap or real communication
[02:29.06] And all the tricks my little brain plays on my nerves
[02:33.29] They need to end
[02:39.86] It's Friday morning
[02:42.49] Thank god the weekend's almost here
[02:49.87] Let's get some breakfast and get far away from here
[02:59.85] So I can tell you that I am a secret agent
[03:05.38] Who's stationed in a small hotel in Southeast Asia
[03:10.94] But that's a lie, you know I've never even been there
[03:16.32] I tend to get real bored with my own head and try to make you care.
[03:37.12]