Winning Moves

When I know what is good for me
I gaslight myself when the daylight slowly reaches noon
On mondays i’m stuck with me
I drink like a dog in a tin shed with midday blues

Can I write you a wrong just to lift your esteem
So friends see how you're doing
They'd say hey where did he go that sex feeding ego
Must have slept through the midday blues

Now the brightest of colours come from the darkest of days
When the only winning move is not to play

I open my mouth with nothing to say
But it feels good to do
Maybe one day i’ll speak out with my name
And i’ll drink to the midday blues

So sinners and ministers take a walk past yourselves
We all have something to prove
‘Don’t you know who i was when i started it all’
You’d say with the midday blues

Now the brightest of colours come from the darkest of days
When the only winning move is not to play

Writing with one hand free to the pen
I twist my arm for two
Then i write me a dream in a bid for myself
As i think no the midday blues

Now the brightest of colours come from the darkest of days
When the only winning move is not to play