You Always Think It's You

I see your face
I hear you in the walls
I'm out of place
Wandering down the hall

So carry on
Disgrace is nothing new
Dragged along
You always think it's you

Saturday
Rained from dawn till dark
Sunday comes
The clouds begin to part

Monday comes
To take us from ourselves
Leave it to
Your early morning hell



Credits
Writer(s): Jonah S Smith
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