The letters I write, I write for you But they're not easy And the words I used, I made mistakes There's no explaining... where is the excuse? For the things we said, and the things we left unsaid Believe me, I know, I know Now the game is up, and there'll be no stopping you From leaving, oh god, oh no When Monday comes around I'll be waiting When Monday comes around I'll be waiting When Monday comes around I'll be losing you And I'll be breaking They forecast snow, and where are you... This evening? And chances are, the snow won't fall But I want it, outside (me is in / leads in) Where the colour's gone, and your footprints mark the space You're leaving, I know, you know And the weather was, always your best friend You're needed, don't go, don't go When Monday comes around I'll be waiting When Monday comes around I'll be waiting When Monday comes around I'll be losing you And I'll be breaking
You've got yourself nothing but hope Why don't you go fucking (frame one) Fucking go to her You're fucking killing me
(Look what I did to her, I'm) not responsible enough
You're fucking killing/kidding me I'll fucking kill you When Monday comes around I'll be waiting When Monday comes around I'll be waiting When Monday comes around I'll be losing you And I'll be breaking