Good morning world, on a new Monday morning when, perhaps illusorily, but still – it seems like the grey clouds have lifted, and the day is mine to look up and see the wide, blue, cloudless sky above.
And I'm a bad boy, 'cause I don't even miss her, And I'm a bad boy, for breakin' her heart And I'm free, I'm free fallin'
And this isn't true, by the way. I miss her desperately.