[Lyric] Tuesday (Whitehall)

Cover me in colors til they soak through my bones
There’s a wondersome amount of me yet to be known
Fashionable infatuation keeps me by the phone
They say it won’t feel right until my cover gets blown

I want a Tuesday to feel good
Without a couple beers, hallelujah
I want a routine routinely enforced
By none other than my great fears

Pockets full of intuition say leave me alone
Confidential confidant as true as rhinestones
Too long in the tooth for you to atone
Get yourself somе green eyes to finally feel grown

I want a Tuesday to feel good
Without a couplе beers, hallelujah
I want a routine routinely enforced
By none other than my great fears

I want a Tuesday to feel alright
I want a new year, I want a good night
I want you to want me to be fine because
I need someone like that in my life
I want new shoes for the end of world
I want a city to myself for the end of the world…

I want a Tuesday to feel good
Without a couple beers, hallelujah
I want a routine routinely enforced
By none other than my great fears