Mondays, Am I Right?

Constant crawling cutlery
Slowly serine symmetry
Misplaced mirror methodology
Warts and all empty promising

Disguised as a friend
A twin in your clothes
Beguiling the head
And cold chill follows

Worn out washed up window
See-saw smiling something
A cracking caveman calamity
Nobody's nice nothing

Disguised as a friend
A twin in your clothes
Outwitting the eyes
Spewing your prose
Disguised as a friend
Embracing your throes
Beguiling the head
And cold chill follows

In the daylight I'm recognised
A reflection of misjudged value
Passing the time, just getting by
Misshapen clay referred to as truth



Credits
Writer(s): David Chan-baker, Thaddeus Wiseman
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