Phoxjaw
Monday Man
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