On a Monday, nearly

Almost had it, held it, in a cold hand

Not dead, not quite, not yet

Only shook, but in a sec

Your hands will be all a mess

Did you leave your city today

When the cement was in the way?

Did the sun shock your skin

On the running away on a whim?

How many years did it take

To drink up all that lake?

I'd rather not go to school 

I'd rather make my art

But if I can't grow up 

I'll never be cool 

Don't wanna go to bed

Just wanna not be tired

Anymore. Any more bottles?

A thirsty stomach will drive

Myself insane, on a plane

Traveling 'round this silly world

The air is much to cold 

For princes and princesses 

To grow young into old 

Their crowns, heavy, immortal

The diamonds, rubies blinding

My own business, I was minding 

Couldn't help but hear

A little me, last night, crying