Same Damn Monday

A song for every woman who drowns her heart in wine... but still wakes up alone.

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Red lips, high heels,

Another Friday night to feel.

Bottle popped by 8:03,

Laughin' loud but silently...

Text your ex, scroll too fast,

Tell your girls, “This time’ll last.”

Then pour another glass of fake,

To keep the ache from staying awake.

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But it’s the same damn Monday,

Same tear on your cheek.

Same wine-stained mirror,

Same soul that feels weak.

You dance through the weekend,

But run outta lies –

‘Cause drunk ain't healing

What you’re bleeding inside.

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Face beat perfect, mask on tight,

But no one asks how you slept last night.

Chardonnay turns truth to fog,

But the emptiness just sits and talks.

That red dress don’t hug like arms,

That playlist don’t erase the scars.

And every sip just tries to hide

The love you gave that never arrived.

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It’s the same damn Monday,

Same story again.

Same prayers for change

While the wounds never mend.

You laugh through the weekend,

But cry when it’s through –

‘Cause girl, he ain’t gone

Just ‘cause you drink him blue.

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You want more than nights that blur,

More than "you up?" and slurred words.

You want real. You want right.

Not just wine and midnight fights.

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Same damn Monday,

Same heart in pain.

Same song playin'

While you fake okay again.

This ain’t living, this ain’t true –

And babe, he ain’t coming back to you.