Whats the day of the week that's what everyones guessing
Its one out of seven but im not good at fractions
Wake up in the morning another cig in the ashtray
I'm doing fine well hey thanks for asking
The papers read the stock markets crashing
But I could care less I got more cash to ration
The hallways dark my bedroom a disaster
There's a knock at the door just don't let the rats in
Then an awkward silence breaks out at a party
If it was my fault well hey im sorry
The suns going down it's getting darker
How'd I spend my day well it probably doesn't matter
I wake up in the morning just for a paycheck
Thought I was working hard but I guess I could work harder
I'm not building a wall climbing the ladder
I'm almost twenty seven its the return of my Saturn
So ill take what ya say only with a grain of salt
Well finally figure out it was never either of our faults
You couldn't see the hypocrisy
Couldn't tell I was hurting like hell
Couldn't tell I was hurting like hell
Couldn't tell I was hurting like hell
All the little interactions
The way that ya move how we wouldn't talk all afternoon
Been holding my breathe since the day ya left
And its hard to say whether ill see ya soon
But ill dig my heels in when the star align
It gets easier now with each phase of the moon
You couldn't see the hypocrisy
Couldn't tell I was hurting like hell
Couldn't see the hypocrisy
In all the things that you ever told me