Monday Mornings

Monday morning - Stephanie Kirkham

At eight o'clock we said goodbye.
That's when I left her house for mine.
She said that she'd be staying in,
well she had to be at work by nine.
So I get home and have a bath,
and let an hour or two pass
Drifting in front of my TV,
when a film comes on
that she wants to see.

It's Monday Morning 5:19,
and I'm still wondering where she's been,
'cos every time I try to call
I just get her machine.
And now it's almost six am,
and I don't want to try again,
'cos if she's still not back
then this must be the end.

At first I guess she's gone to get herself a pack of cigarettes,
a pint of milk,
food for the cat,
but it's midnight now and she's still not back.

It's Monday Morning 5:19,
and I'm still wondering where she's been,
'cos every time I try to call I just get her machine.
And now it's almost six am,
and I don't want to try again,
'cos if she's still not back then heaven knows,
what then,
is this the end?

At half past two I picture her in the back of someone else's car
He runs his fingers through her hair.
Oh you shouldn't let him touch you there!

It's Monday Morning 5:19,
and I'm still wondering where she's been,
'cos every time I try to call I just get her machine.
And now it's almost six am,
and I don't want to try again,
'cos if she's still not back then heaven knows,
what then,
is this the end?