mondays am i right?

It's a Sunday night and you're still faded Can't process emotions, you've become too jaded Not a thought behind those eyes, your stare's so vacant And then you hear my song coming up on your playlist You think You don't hate Mondays, you just hate me Another week of not being what we're supposed to be I don't love Fridays, I just love you And all of the anxiety you put me through The best is yet to come, so don't you think 'bout the past All good things come to end, but the best things last I hope that you realize what you were looking for Was standing outside your bolted shut front door I don't wanna hurt you, I think that I deserve you I don't know why I'm always in a bad mood Forget it, I'm a bad dude I don't mean to sound rude but don't you think an apology is past due Winter trees survive by losing their leaves Maybe change is all we need I think that it'll start with me Maybe one day you'll agree You don't hate Mondays, you just hate me Another week of not being what we're supposed to be I don't love Fridays, I just love you And all of the anxiety you put me through The best is yet to come, so don't you think 'bout the past All good things come to end, but the best things last I hope that you realize what you were looking for Was standing outside your bolted shut front door Broke up on a Tuesday Second thoughts Wednesday Tried my best on Thursday Gave up on Friday Unwell on Saturday Recovering on Sunday You call me up on Monday I answer and you say You don't hate Mondays, you just hate me Another week of not being what we're supposed to be I don't love Fridays, I just love you And all of the anxiety you put me through The best is yet to come, so don't you think 'bout the past All good things come to end, but the best things last I hope that you realize what you were looking for Was standing outside your bolted shut front door