I keep binging murder mysteries until 3 AM babe Got this leftover marinara drippin' down my face Got my CBD and whiskey, Bumble, Raya, CH I know it could be way worse, I'm so ungrateful it hurts But baby I miss Mondays Strangers with the handshakes Bodegas and small chains Festivals and first dates Miss them sloppy make outs At the club with the lights out I don't know where I go now Pack the car and roll out Cos I can't sleep without the NyQuil And the texts all full of typos And these four walls making me psycho Oh yeah I need some rich people problems, I need to call up my driver Tell 'em go pick up my friends, we all flyin' private To some Caribbean island or a tropical paradise Don't wanna close my eyes But baby I miss Mondays Strangers with the handshakes Bodegas and small chains Festivals and first dates Miss them sloppy make outs At the club with the lights out I don't know where I go now Pack the car and roll out Cos I can't sleep without the NyQuil And the texts all full of typos And these four walls making me psycho Oh