It is Sunday morning and I'm sitting here alone,
In my room
Making up our story, I'll see you tomorrow
Afternoon
Nothing feels better, nothing feels worse
It may bring me pleasure but instead it hurts
I see you one hour a week 
On Monday afternoon
Only one hour a week 
On Monday afternoon

I'm trying to work harder not to think of you all day,
There's no way
Feels like I don't matter, I get angry often
But in vain
At night I surrender, you feel up my mind
It might bring me pleasure but I'm down deep inside
 I see you one hour a week 
On Monday afternoon
Only one hour a week 
On Monday afternoon

Hundred times I wanted to give up on you finally
I'm afraid
In my dreams you haunt me, and I picture you close to me
Then you fade
I don't wanna lose you, I'm ready to wait
Just tell me it's worth it, don't do it too late
I want to see you more than one hour a week 
On Monday afternoon
More than one hour a week 
On Monday afternoon