This makes a thousand Mondays in a row
Why go to sleep? It just repeats and starts all over again
It's like the same melody in my head
Just one Tuesday could clear my head
Just one Tuesday could clear my head
But in the end it won't make me well
In the end it won't make me well
Just one Tuesday
If I ignore it maybe it will come to me in a moment of brilliancy
A solution for everything that bothers me
I need control, it's hard to hold onto a reason
Why it happens to me
It's like a nightmare, but wide awake
Take a Benzo, feel the panic fade away
Just one Tuesday could clear my head
Just one Tuesday could clear my head
But in the end it won't make me well
In the end it won't make me well
Just one Tuesday
Held together with black tacks on a white matte and wishing for blue skies
Building machines that are making us monsters
Useless except to use us
But in the end it won't make me well
In the end it won't make me well
In the end it won't make me well
In the end it won't make me well
Just one Tuesday
Just one Tuesday
Just one Tuesday
"Building machines that are making us monsters"