On Monday

Trying to get home from a place so far away
That fairy tales, they ain't got nothing on this place
Didn't get a little help from my friends or the Architect
I ended up in space with some Australian blend

They keep on dropping hints but I don't pick them up
A couple pennies on the floor, I say "you call that luck?"
Don't think I'm gonna make it, just know that I tried
Tried so hard to please everyone my face got tired

Got so weak that I can't even reach my own front door
When my heart still beating there out on my porch
Hear it sing

Sorry that I missed you on Monday
My body fell apart, then it laid right in my way
Got no big story to tell, I'm not there and back from Hell
But I blew it this time, and I missed you on Monday

They're tryin' me like a jury, I can't drop my defense
All you got is a story, don't even care if it makes sense
Now I'm handcuffed to this bench, but I'm the one robbed of all my strength
No I'm not giving up, but it sure feels that way

Is it funny this shit happens almost every time?
Of just sad as hell that I still play along?
Either way