Sunday Blues

My feet are frigid
My nails bitten down to a stump
My hair is dried and tangled
My heart aches
From an unknown sadness
That is actually known
But I like to tell myself otherwise
Maybe it's because I'm afraid
Of finding the source
And killing it with my chattering teeth
Or maybe
Just maybe
It's the Sunday Blues
Pumping through my blue veins
Blue
Blue
Blue
Sunday
Blues