You got here late

Another day

A little drunk

Oh what a waste

With everything

You get away

I've got enough

Looking at your face

From Monday to Sunday

Monday to Sunday

Monday to Sunday

How can you walk

With bare feet

Over the souls

You have to steal

The coldest fire

I've ever seen

I've got enough

Making us sin

From Monday to Sunday

Monday to Sunday

Monday to Sunday

Monday to Sunday

You told me to listen and stay still

While I was watching you breaking my bones (breaking my bones)

You free yourself violently

From a love that was never yours

There was another way

There was another way

Send someone to kill me, I'm still moving