I don’t hate Mondays.
I await them eagerly.
Because every Monday
Is a week less,
then a month less,
less of this mess.
For every Monday
Done right by both,
Full of faith and not of tears
We’ll see the ending,
Of our long-distance years.
I don’t hate Mondays.
I await them eagerly.
Because every Monday
Is a week less,
then a month less,
less of this mess.
For every Monday
Done right by both,
Full of faith and not of tears
We’ll see the ending,
Of our long-distance years.
