Monday Mourning

And he wrote 666
Picking up a couple sticks
Throw 'em in the fire
'Cus you know that she's a liar
And you'll head back home
And you'll wonder what she wrote
On the bridge that night
When she was out of sight

And she wrote 666
Running 'round the edge of cliffs
Preaching to the choir
Plug in the amplifier
Till she calls you when she's drunk
'Cus she said she feeling stuck
And she says what she means
But she sorta kinda screams
Now you'll never really know
Where these things are gonna go
So you sit at home and hope
That you'll find a way to cope

And he wrote 666
Calling your psychiatrist
Shatter windows with a brick
Falling down and feeling sick
Counting on another trick
To figure how to deal with this
Try for it you'll prolly miss
And never land that final kiss
Live a story for the kids
Or do it just for shits and gigs
Tryna make a memory
That lasts for all eternity
Something you can reminisce
To try to bring you back to bliss
Running out of energy
The feeling of the century

So you wrote 666
Everybody goes through this
Sit down and pretend
That this thing will never end
So you keep it in your head
Because its better left unsaid
Now you're leaving her on read
'Cus you guess you got mislead
But you think you feel okay
Enough to see another day
But you can't go on much longer
When you're feeling this way
So you get help from a friend
Who just can't seem to comprehend
Why you'd want to put an end
To the time you haven't spent

And he wrote 666
Calling your psychiatrist
Shatter windows with a brick
Falling down and feeling sick
Counting on another trick
To figure how to deal with this
Try for it you'll prolly miss
And never land that final kiss
Live a story for the kids
Or do it just for shits and gigs
Tryna make a memory
That lasts for all eternity
Something you can reminisce
To try to bring you back to bliss
Running out of energy
The feeling of the century