Another Person

monday afternoon and i'm sitting at work
with nothing to do, wondering how i'll make do,
life threw me under the bus.
i yelled and cussed, but nothing brings you back,
so i hunker down to wait out the pain;
hoping another will come along and sweep me away.
i wish i was another person.

i send up a prayer to the big man upstairs
asking if he'll put my heart together again,
but all it does is rain. so i think he doesn't know my name.
even God thinks i'm lame.
i'm convinced if the sun would shine,
i could set aside this depression of mine,
but mostly, i wish i could be another person.

it's monday afternoon and i'm on my fourth pop.
i'm hoping to never sleep again.
the night isn't my friend, it just bring you back to me,
but only in my dreams.
the mornings are cruel and i don't know what to do.
if only i could be another person,
like the woman you left me for,
yeah, i wish i was her.