Monday Morning

It should be a federal offense that I haven’t heard from you since the weekend Pick me up right around 9, swear that you won’t be late this time Do you have a picture of me in your wallet yet? Have you told your parents about the night that we first met? I wanna be your Monday morning, it all seems boring There’s sleep still in your eyes And I’ll be your Thursday evening with a Friday feeling Every single time ooooh oooooh I squeezed your hand three times to say I love you in plain sight Kiss me goodbye to show that you still love me when I go home Do you have a picture of me in your wallet yet? Have you told your parents about the night that we first met? I wanna be your Monday morning, it all seems boring There’s sleep still in your eyes And I’ll be your Thursday evening with a Friday feeling Every single time Ooooh Ooooh None of your songs seem to be about me And I can’t tell if that’s a good sign or a bad thing None of your songs seem to be about me And I can’t tell if that’s a good sign or a bad thing. Ooooh Ooooh Ooooh Ooooh