Breakfast for hearts less championed
Just a cigarette.... some beer,
the hair of pit bulls.... that have bit me
can't seem to find a way that's clear.

Used to wake up to sweet kisses,
and a breakfast of delight
but now I chase the wee hours,
hugging drinks that don't hold tight.

Chorus-

Monday Moaning blues have come to call
and my love's done caught a train....
to a place where I'm not welcomed
cause I'd only bring her pain,
I had my shots of honeyed lips,
far too quickly they fell drained,
so now I'm subbing shots of whiskey
just to pickle what remains.

Daily lunch at greasy fast foods,
full of calories and salt,
till my body starts to tremor
like that San Adrea fault.
then it's off to find a barroom
for commiserating with
a barkeep who's "Heard it all, Bud."
bringing drinks to drown love's myth.

Chorus-

Hump day's just my camel's smoking
cause my love's done caught a train....
to a place where I'm not welcomed
cause I'd only bring her pain,
had my shots of honeyed lips,
far too quickly they fell drained,
so now I'm subbing shots of whiskey
just to pickle what remains.

Lately I've been skipping dinner
there's no candlelit romance
love has left me growing thinner,
tightening belts on baggy pants.

Bridge~

If I waste away to nothing
then there's nothing left to waste,
alcohol brings my solutions
to the pain I must erase.

Chorus-

Friday brings a weak end
to the work that I must do
to supports antidotes needed
for those Monday moaning blues...
I had my shots of honeyed lips
far too quickly they fell drained
now I'm subbing shots of whiskey
just to pickle what remains.


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