Lyrics

Monday morning spent the night conforming To a Tuesday's preparation pace Wednesday showed me to the girl Naomi With the black hair obscuring her face Thursday had a tangerine taste lingering Like old sweat clinging to your shoes Though the daylight's curtains close, these memories Still falter from daily abuse Don't cut me down Just cause your voice is loud It doesn't mean a thing If your pendulum won't swing Friday got into a fight, they didn't last A chance against her in the end Why give everything you've got when all you have To do is just simply pretend Wrap this all around your shoulders, like a spool of Wire to fuel your circuit dreams Spend your life conducting one false light And you will feel like another machine Don't cut me down Just cause your voice is loud It doesn't mean a thing If your pendulum won't swing Sunday's just another Monday, tinged with A procrastinator's frantic fear No regrets until the weekend ends I'll just change myself at the new year Don't cut me down Just cause your voice is loud It doesn't mean a thing If your pendulum won't swing