Lunes

I could write my inhibitions, how I love to just relax and puff lye
Or how close friends are still shaving crack in their kitchen
How when a woman approaches me on the day of the week most dread
It makes me feel worse than it did before, "I'm sure the lighting's bad"
Mondays are the worst type
I live for the moment, but when that labeled day hits, I'm on my fuck the WORLD shit
Re-erasing all my paragraphs and re-writing them
Just to see where I was coming from when I was writing then
What demons were I fighting then? --
Waking up today to a glass of OJ with lots of gin
Keeping a cigarette in my mouth, who needs oxygen?
Until the scars on my throat show I need to stop, or until my mother passes
I won't stop trying to life live like I'm just living past it
So if you see me on the first day of the week, just nod and keep walking
Because I'm not in the mood for too much positive talking
If you're not Mai, or a a few soldiers I have history with
Living in Sparta, smoking the same weed Jesus did
Trying to prevent history from being written,
Fuck Mondays.