every day is a monday
in a never ending week
in a constant month of february
that's so cold and dull and bleak
I didn't believe I'd be so lonely
ever since you've been gone
as I go through the motions
for life to carry on
the world says spring is coming
but not here in my heart
and I listen to my friends
as I wait for life to restart
and I try not to show them
I just don't really care
my mouth is full of ashes
since you've not been there
I talk to you daily here
in the confines of my head
to tell you all those things
that we maybe left unsaid
and I visit you weekly
at your last resting place
and I find some comfort in
the mental image of your face
but every day is still a monday
in a never ending week
in a constant month of february
that's so cold and dull and bleak
