Five Days A Week

I Go To Sleep At Dawn,

And Feel Alone Although You're Warm.

Oh What Way Did I Take To Come To This Place?



Halfway Home

And Ready To Drag It Out

Because This Slowing Down

Suits Me.



Five Days A Week,

I Drive You Home From Work

And See The Way

Your Face Is Marked With Fatigue.

Fatigue Suits Me.



And I'm Feeling Neglected Anyway.

It's The Reason I'm Leaving You.