Birthdays remind me how I age In a way that feels like I’ll never make it And holidays take me to a time When I wasn’t part of the celebration And all the other days seem to blur Into a blur of work and fiction But Monday, Monday is ok That’s my day, the one that people hate I don't know what I'd do without you So when you go, go on any other day that you want to Just leave me my day to hold onto If I turn this page and turn another age and get old In my old ways yeah I can stay or yeah change I suppose But that might take another me to up and grow Like if I had another head on my shoulder And then would that head say It ain't so great stuck with this man I hate And then like you it’d have itself removed and run away