Morning trail of light
Leads me to you
I want you, but there's no time
I'm leaving your place soon
Cause you've gotta go to work, so I've gotta go
Somewhere else
I'm never up this early, so I never know
What to do with myself
Myself
Myself
Monday morning paper, and I'm
Sitting out on the stoop
Cause I still can't sleep
Monday morning marijuana
Hides your smell beneath its own
On my plain white tee
I spend the day outside
First month of sun
And I don't wanna waste this high
Like every other one
And I feel like a rat, yeah we don't got
Shit to do
And the weekends don't exactly mean a lot
Except I get to see you
You
You
Monday morning paper, and I'm
Sitting out on the stoop
Cause I still can't sleep
Monday morning marijuana
Hides your smell beneath its own
On my plain white tee
Monday morning marijuana
Hides your smell beneath its own
On my plain white tee
God, that's what I need