Texty: China Drum. (Had A Good Idea On) Monday.

You say, that you've changed but you haven't budged an inch
You think you got better but your attitude stinks

You're still diving down my throat, not giving me a chance
To explain exactly what I mean, do you think I owe you thanks

"You can't be happy" that's what she said to me
I think I got better, does my attitude stink?

You're still jumping down my throat, not giving me a chance
To explain exactly what I mean, do you think I owe you thanks

I tried to summon up feelings for you
But just ended up, empty handed
At least none worth counting
Crap times, bad memories
Always bouncing around through my fingers

I had a good idea on Monday, I thought that it would help me see
But that would end in violence, and that's not for me

I had a good idea on Monday
I thought that it would help me see
But that would end in violence, and that's not for me

You think that you're better but that doesn't mean a thing
You think that you've changed but your attitude stinks


You're still jumping down my throat, not giving me a chance
To explain exactly what I mean, do you think I owe you thanks

I tried to summon up feelings for you
But just ended up, empty handed
At least none worth counting
Crap times, bad memories
Always bouncing around through my fingers

I had a good idea on Monday, I thought that it could help me see
But that would end in violence, and that's not for me

I had a good idea on Monday, I thought that it could help me see
But that would end in violence, and that's not for me
I had a good idea on Monday, I thought that it could help me see
But that would end in violence, and that's not for me
I had a good idea on Monday, I thought that it could help me see
But that would end in violence, and that's not for me
That's not for me
And that's not for me