Текст песни
Mondays I stay home and lay away
Sit here feeling sad about my pathetic, little existence
I'm not very relevant, no one wants to know me, that's okay
That's okay
Triads make me happy, especially when they're made into melody
I get sick and tired of all your fancy little jazz chords
They're not really little
They're actually quite extensive, I guess that's okay
Guess that's okay
Guess that's okay
Guess that's okay
I miss coffee, I'm too sleepy
I'm too whinge, I should know I'm ugly
A fake flower's on my bookshelf, good 'cause they never die
I wish that my blue plants were the same and never died
I'm sorry I killed your bonsai, I'm just really careless, that's not okay
It's not okay
It's not okay
It's not okay
I miss coffee, I'm too sleepy
I'm too whinge, I should know I'm ugly
I miss coffee, I'm too sleepy
I get lonely, I should know I'm ugly