I'm a stone's throw away from Monday morning, yet again.
I did and said a lot last night and lost myself a friend
I don't need assistance and I won't ask for help
I like to keep my distance from these things that I have felt
I called out to God last night
But he hung up on me
We're breaking curfew daily on his private property
And I'm starting to think he's locked his pearly gates for good
For those that didn't take the straight and narrow like they should
But why would I?
There's a certain romance in going home alone
My post-party depression is the only thing I own
But maybe on Monday morning the sun will reach my room
And the cash under my mattress will decrease my sense of doom
I've been rambling around town and spending all sorts of cash
I put these bottles on credit and I'm not going to pay em' back
Maybe on Monday morning I'll complain about my wealth
Maybe I should do something about my mental health
But I think this devil knows me better than I know myself
Yeah, I think this devil knows me better than I know myself
Oh, I think this devil knows me better than I know myself
And I'll keep on going down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down