A CASE OF THE MONDAYS

I took the day off, took a walk in the park

tried to go to the Met so I could look at some art

and maybe forget myself but the museum was closed.

I've got nowhere else to go since my feet froze.

I've got a case of the mondays, and I'm feeling pretty bad.

I wish I could talk to you, but I don't want to make you sad.

Will someone please remove my thoughts from my head

and tuck me into a warm and welcome bed?

I need you to understand that I give all I can give,

and I need you to understand that I can't help being sensitive,

and when I cry and get upset, it's not because of anything you did.

I'm just made of weaker stock than either of us wants to admit.