Mondays Ethel Cain (Ft. Chloe Hotline)

[Verse 1: Ethel Cain]
You ask me if I'm angry
Well, hell yeah, I fucking am
Can't help the way God made me
But he won't get away with that again
My stomach's torn up of gunfire
And improvisational white lies
It's not sustainable, but it's just traditional
And I couldn't hold him if I wanted to

[Pre-Chorus: Ethel Cain]
So I left my man in the middle of the highway
Won't be seen with him, 'cause that’s embarrassing
He can be such a bitch and it makes me sick
All right, all right

[Chorus: Ethel Cain]
You ask me if I'm angry
Well, hell yeah, I fucking am
It's been too long since I've gotten laid
And longer still since I wanted it
The only time I'll open up is when I’m firing
A bad case of the Mondays with no silver lining

[Verse 2: Chloe Hotline, Ethel Cain, Both]
The cigarettes in your bag
You walk out to take a smoke
I know you cough and you choke
Just tryna deal with it all
We live our lives on loop
You couldn't believe the truth
And so I always knew
That you'd be watching my fall
Maybe I'll wake up on Monday
I know that you see me this one way
85 and raining but we still alive
Hour long ride but I been hearin' lies
Think that I'd be hypnotized
Drenched in your vanity
I might be off a little bit, but still got sanity
Tell me that I couldn't leave
Now I can't breathe
Your sister calls, she sees you move
And thinks she can't see
The world isn't blind
I been readin' your mind
Tryna put the pieces all together (All together)
Now you see me online
And you think it's divine
But I'm sorry, I've been movin' better
No, no, no