mondays - Anjulie

I keep binging murder mysteries until 3 AM babe

Got this leftover marinara drippin' down my face

Got my CBD and whiskey, Bumble, Raya, CH

I know it could be way worse, I’m so ungrateful it hurts

But baby I miss Mondays

Strangers with the handshakes

Bodegas and small chains

Festivals and first dates

Miss them sloppy make outs

At the club with the lights out

I don’t know where I go now

Pack the car and roll out

Cos I can’t sleep without the NyQuil

And the texts all full of typos

And these four walls making me psycho

Oh yeah

I need some rich people problems, I need to call up my driver

Tell 'em go pick up my friends, we all flyin' private

To some Caribbean island or a tropical paradise

Don’t wanna close my eyes

But baby I miss Mondays

Strangers with the handshakes

Bodegas and small chains

Festivals and first dates

Miss them sloppy make outs

At the club with the lights out

I don’t know where I go now

Pack the car and roll out

Cos I can’t sleep without the NyQuil

And the texts all full of typos

And these four walls making me psycho

Oh