every morning i wake up with a minimal give-a-fuck i don't want to go to work i don't want to go and i realize it's saturday i close my eyes but the feeling stays i don't want to wake up i don't want to wake until monday rolls around the bend and i get to go and see my friends i don't want to go home i don't want to go and some days lack my comprehension forgive me for i failed to mention i love her so i don't want to though and i'm waiting for the invitation i hesitate celebration the table's set she's not hungry yet and i swear it's not what it seems i split my sides bust my seams unmendable irreparable and monday makes its rounds again and i pay my dues skip the rent my week is spent hasn't even started yet and i'm counting on the send/receive but sometimes she won't respond to me no wonder why i wonder why and i know it's some fault of mine i could drive away do some time somewhere else i could try again but monday makes me think again i could stick it out thick and thin the worst is through start my life anew and monday rolls around the bend and i get to go and see my friends i don't want to go home i don't want to go every morning i wake up with a minimal give-a-fuck i don't want to go to work i don't want to go