Produced by: J Stanley/B Salcedo
Monday's eyes have got stuck on the ceiling again Then motivation just hung up the phone on a friend A bottle of wine and this sorry excuse for a song Nothing excites me and I don't know where I belong
Sunday's lies have just written themselves on the wall I should be crying but nothing can reach me at all
So now your heels are dragging It's been a long time running away with your head in the clouds What are you waiting for? What are you waiting for? What are you waiting for?
Just like the other day (I don't know where I belong) It's just another day (Stuck on the ceiling again) It's just another day (Hung up the phone on a friend) Just like the other day Just like the other day Just like the other day