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
widow
wednesday
tuesday
tried
thursday
thank
tangerines
sword
still
hardly
warning
agent
could
through
little
dramatic
communication
plays
admit
never
breakfast
sending
staple
bored
window
nerves
might
almost
wonder
accustomed
hotel
inside
anymore
monday
brain
habits
friday
floating
signals
cheat
morning
sleeping
myself
confess
nails
obsessive
tricks
perfume
pregnant
ready
there
someday
southeast
rusted
believe
secret
think
sleeve
small
smell
stand
stationed
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