When Monday Comes Around

The letters I write, I write for you
But they're not easy
And the words I used, I made mistakes
There's no explaining... where is the excuse?
For the things we said, and the things we left unsaid
Believe me, I know, I know
Now the game is up, and there'll be no stopping you
From leaving, oh god, oh no
When Monday comes around
I'll be waiting
When Monday comes around
I'll be waiting
When Monday comes around
I'll be losing you
And I'll be breaking
They forecast snow, and where are you...
This evening?
And chances are, the snow won't fall
But I want it, outside (me is in / leads in)
Where the colour's gone, and your footprints mark the space
You're leaving, I know, you know
And the weather was, always your best friend
You're needed, don't go, don't go
When Monday comes around
I'll be waiting
When Monday comes around
I'll be waiting
When Monday comes around
I'll be losing you
And I'll be breaking

You've got yourself nothing but hope
Why don't you go fucking (frame one)
Fucking go to her
You're fucking killing me

(Look what I did to her, I'm) not responsible enough

You're fucking killing/kidding me
I'll fucking kill you
When Monday comes around
I'll be waiting
When Monday comes around
I'll be waiting
When Monday comes around
I'll be losing you
And I'll be breaking