Lyrical Lane

On Monday, on Mondays I am sorry

It starts the week with less regrets that way

By Tuesdays, I’ve foiled all forgiveness

I’ve burned the bridge that melts the week away

Forgive me?

I’ve lost all sense of reason

I’ve paid the price, the price it costs each day

The weekend, it always rolls around

Come find me?

In the guilt that fills the sound

And I’m sorry. The sorry never seemed to last

It’s still there, trapped in the days that past

Forgive me?

I didn’t quite see then, those dark days

Outnumbered in the end

I’m still here. The drop of hope in tears

I know now, those weeks did bleed to years

So you’ll find me. In that pool of liquid sadness

Hanging on a raft

The raft of loving madness

It sinks, then floats and always finds a way

On Monday, Mondays I am sorry.