Monday Man - Phoxjaw

It’s seems to be moving real fast, to fast to understand

The weekends roll on over deja vu, revive, repeat

And when I should be getting sleep

I dance these cobblestone streets

To give my tiny time meaning

How can we dream

When we’re stuck in this routine?

I’m television static

On a Monday

Like a Bengal tiger

I’m high as a kite

Your ribbons are chains

That big cat barely remains

And your in the photo

Cause I dance these cobblestone streets

To give my tiny time meaning

How can we dream

When we’re stuck in this routine?

I’m television static

On a Monday

When I wake my organs shake

They are unhappy with my mistakes

Like sleeping tigers, I dreamed of it

And screeching clocks, they melt ticking

How can we dream

When we’re stuck in this routine?

I’m television static

On a Monday

How can we dream

When we’re stuck in this routine?

I’m television static

On a Monday