Lyric

Monday midnight, hear your name

Muted my heart, it rings again

Minute by minute, sparks into flame

Tryna go under, I fall again

12:01, blue-lit room

Your shadow makes the whole place bloom

No text, no read, just bite my lip

“Move on” don’t land, it only slips

Tuesday, Wednesday, bed edge replay

My hands still know you anyway

Your scent hangs low in the curtain lace

All night long, it strokes my space

Tick-tock, your kiss mark stays

Pull back, still drift your way

Even time runs cruel and slow

I say no, but my body knows

From Monday to Sunday

Every hour, every minute

No room in my mind

You’re already in it

Morning or midnight

You move through my system

You’re gone, but your ghost

Still knows how to kiss me

24/7

Wrapped up in your trace now

“Goodbye” is too small

For my mouth to say out

Even your absence

Turns into skin somehow

Tell me why I still want you now

Saturday, 3 AM

Whole city sleeps, I break again

Heat in the sheets won’t let you go

You fade from sight, you flood my bones

“Come over” sits under my tongue

Distance just makes the fire run

No touch, still feel you at my throat

Like secret smoke beneath my clothes

Seven days, you stay in me

Dry eyes, wet dreams, same old scene

Even the hands on the clock lean in

I’m not free, you still get in

From Monday to Sunday

Every hour, every minute

No room in my mind

You’re already in it

Morning or midnight

You move through my system

You’re gone, but your ghost

Still knows how to kiss me

24/7

Wrapped up in your trace now

“Goodbye” is too small

For my mouth to say out

Even your absence

Turns into skin somehow

Tell me why I still want you now

Miss you, still do

3 AM in a room full of you

Five senses all misbehave

Seven days and I still don’t change

From Monday to Sunday

Every hour, every minute

No future feels real

If you’re not somewhere in it

Daylight or dream

You swim in the picture

Losing you hurts

More than this fever

24/7

Heart under your hands now

You don’t even touch me

Still you undress now

Maybe this heat

Ain’t the right word for love

But losing you’s worse

Than burning up