[Verse 1] Last day of the weekend It always disappears I blink and it’s gone again Back to clocks and gears I’m sick of chasing rent Just to breathe for a week Why’s the prize for living A fist and aching feet? [Pre-Chorus] Every Monday feels like A locked door slam Every little change Feels like a trap in my hands [Chorus] Why must we grind? Why must we break? Why must we pay For every breath we take? Short stick Sunday Gone in a flash (Short stick Sunday) Then it’s back to the crash [Verse 2] Why do they change the rules When I just learned the game? Move the desk, move the goalpost Then act like I’m to blame And the stupid keeps on coming Like it lives on the floor I step in it at work Then I’m carrying it more [Pre-Chorus] Every little detail Gets torn apart I’m trying to keep cool But it’s chewing through my heart [Chorus] Why must we grind? Why must we break? Why must we pay For every breath we take? Short stick Sunday Gone in a flash (Short stick Sunday) Then it’s back to the crash [Bridge] If I had one good wish I’d make it make sense Less pain for the people Less pressure on the fence Just give us room to live Give us a little grace Let the week stop dragging Like a chain around my waist [Final Chorus] Why must we grind? Why must we break? Why must we pay For every breath we take? Short stick Sunday Gone in a flash (Short stick Sunday) Then it’s back to the crash Short stick Sunday I’m not okay (Short stick Sunday) But I’m here anyway
