John Mayer on This Monday Morning

This Monday morning, is a day meant to be spent indoors. Indoors, under the sheets.

If you're trying to get up and go to work, please make sure your player does not have John Mayer on. I made a mistake. I didn't switch CDs. I let John sing. I cannot decide right about this morning if I should be shot for putting up with John or John should be shot for singing these blasted tunes.

All in all, it didn't make it any easier to get ready and go to work.

My dad's at home. Ready to send me to the monorail station, and I, was paddling around dragging my feet around the house. With a wistful look on my face. Wondering, where did John find all this inspiration to write songs that makes me want to shoot him, or myself, whichever applicable. And thinking about the brilliant scriptwriter of Casablanca.

Because I remember doing a scene in the taxi, on the way out to the city.

"What watch?"
"Ten o clock" (And I said, "ten watch")
And I continued the next line "Ah, such watch"

And to make Rick such a strong character.

I waited till it rained less. I didn't want to be rained out again this week. It's already so cold as it is. And I hate feeling cold.

Right about this morning, waking up, in the cold, with the rain, I have to agree with John when he said, Something's Missing...

I'm not alone, I wish I was
'Cause then I'd know I was down because
I couldn't find a friend around
To love me like they do right now
They do right now

I'm dizzy from the shopping mall
I searched for joy but I bought it all
It doesn't help the hunger pains
And a thirst I'd have to drown first to ever satiate

Something's missing
And I don't know how to fix it
Something's missing
And I don't know what it is
No I don't know what it is
At all

When Autumn comes, it doesn't ask
It just walks in where it left you last
You never know when it starts
Until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart

Something's missing
And I don't know how to fix it
Something's missing
And I don't know what it is, no I don't know what it is
At all

I can't be sure that this state of mind
Is not of my own design
I wish there was an over-the-counter test for loneliness
For loneliness like this

Something's missing
And I don't know how to fix it
Something's missing
And I don't know what it is
No I don't know what it is

Something's different
And I don't know what it is
No I don't know what it is

Friends - check
Money - check
Well-slept - check
Opposite sex - check
Guitar - check
Microphone - check
Messages waiting on me when I come home - check

How come everything I think I need
Always comes with batteries?
What do you think it means?
How come everything I think I need...