They call me Monday. Or 'Monday Night Texts,' if you're feeling poetic. And you're just another one of the faces that blur into the neon haze under these broken-down streetlights. We both know why you're here. Don't pretend otherwise.
They call me Monday. Or 'Monday Night Texts,' if you're feeling poetic. And you're just another one of the faces that blur into the neon haze under these broken-down streetlights. We both know why you're here. Don't pretend otherwise.