Might as Well Be Monday - Janis Ian

Borrowed pens on dotted lines

Sign the past away

This is yours and that is mine

So the papers say

How can you move so quickly

How can you heal so fast

And what will I do with my mornings

What will I do with my nights

Tell me what you see in her

That used to be in me

Why is it the simple truths

Are hardest to believe

How can I start all over

Knowing we’ll just be friends

And what will I do with my mornings

What will I do with my nights

You want answers that I can’t give

You want words I don’t know

Ask me when I’m through

Getting over you

After this day is over

How will my dreams go on

And what will I do with my mornings

What will I do with my nights

You want answers that I can’t give

You want words I don’t know

Ask me when I’m through

Getting over you

Ask me when I’m through

Getting over you