Mr. Type A

I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times before
I don't need anyone coming here around my door

Monday comes, but I can't go
Tuesday plays, but you don't see
Wednesday drags, and I want to scream your name out

But now I'm looking back in front of me
To put it off until the weekend that will never be
But I can't find the answer so I'll scream your name out loud

I've got no rhyme or reason, no answer to the question to why
Sadness unspoken as I sit here alone on the Fourth of July

Monday comes, but I can't go
Tuesday plays, but you don't see
Wednesday drags, and I want to scream your name out

But now I'm looking back in front of me
To put it off until the weekend that will never be
But I can't find the answer so I'll scream your name out loud

Monday comes, but I can't go
Tuesday plays, but you don't see
Wednesday drags, and I want to scream your name out

But now I'm looking back in front of me
To put it off until the weekend that will never be
But I can't find the answer so I'll scream your name out loud

9:59 for a 10:30 plane
New York City broken for a new home again
Don't know my destination, just a new way to fly
Excuse my situation, but I don't know if I
Can explain my life, explain my love
Nobody can deny it, there's a power up above us
When we decide upon our future, we decide our sense of time
Passion off your tongue is mistaken for the rhyme, but
Nobody knows what trouble I'm in
Nobody here knows about the original sin
Trade in my West Coast version, I'm Midwestern proud
Anger waves are surging, so I scream your name out loud

Monday comes, but I can't go
Tuesday plays, but you don't see
Wednesday drags, and I want to scream your name out

But now I'm looking back in front of me
To put it off until the weekend that will never be
But I can't find the answer so I'll scream your name out loud