Текст песни
My serotonin s blown and i m weak, i m losing site of what i always thought
would be the place i d never leave
So grab your souls let s run away, there s nothing here for us John, the grass is growing around your feet
The grass is growing around your feet, i never noticed till the lights went down On, my serotonin s blown and i m weak
This place looks crooked in the sun, this place looks crooked in the sun
there s nothing here for us
there s nothing here for us
We should be happier on mondays, someting brewing in the calm
There s nothing here for us no more, these howling winds will be the life of me, give me one more taste and i ll go home
we should be happier on mondays
Now it s time to cut the cord, the grass is growing around your feet
i m losing site of what i always thought
Give me one more taste and i ll go home, we should be happier than this Mondays, the grass is growing around your feet
give me one more taste and i ll go home
My serotonin s blown and i m weak, and breathing all the faith i need Mondays, there s nothing here for us no more
Now it s time to cut the cord, but it s not easy to resist
These howling winds will be the life of me, my serotonin s blown and i m weak
My serotonin s blown and i m weak, we should be happier on mondays
I know that i should not go out tonight, we should be happier than this, now it s time to cut the cord
These howling winds will be the life of me, there s nothing here for us no more
We should be happier than this, my serotonin s blown and i m weak, i m losing site of what i always thought
There s something creeping through the cold outside, there s something creeping through the cold outside
We should be happier than this, we should be happier than this
There s nothing here for us no more, there s nothing here for us, now it s time to cut the cord
i know that i should not go out tonight
Would be the place i d never leave, there s nothing here for us
now it s time to cut the cord
Would be the place i d never leave, we should be happier on mondays
my serotonin s blown and i m weak
but it s not easy to resist
Someting brewing in the calm, i know that i should not go out tonight
We should be happier on mondays, we should be happier on mondays
I never noticed till the lights went down, my serotonin s blown and i m weak, i hear the footsteps getting closer now
I m losing site of what i always thought, give me one more taste and i ll go home
Someting brewing in the calm, so grab your souls let s run away
I m losing site of what i always thought, we should be happier on mondays
Would be the place i d never leave, just another taste and i ll leave it alone
my serotonin s blown and i m weak
We should be happier than this, the lock on the door begins to twist
We should be happier on mondays, i hear the footsteps getting closer now
I hear the footsteps getting closer now, these howling winds will be the life of me Mondays, there s nothing here for us no more
so grab you souls let s run away