sunday monday
i'm hanging onto you
like sunday does to monday
i am holding you so dear
you're walking away
i'm standing still
you'll be back i hope
i'm hanging on to you
like a shoe lace does to a shoe
if it kills me
i will make it
if it kills me
the alcohol inside of me
has given me a headache
stuck in second gear
anger and fear
i am sill standing still
i don't know why
now to me
your just a person in picture frame
thats where you belong
your but a memory now
that little bit i have left
is occupied by you
i smile when i see those memories
scattered about my mind
my room
my life
i'm hanging onto you
like sunday does to monday
i need you like a sunny day needs a warm breeze
