Sunny Sunday

She pulls the shade;
It's just another sunny Sunday.
She dodges the light like Blanche DuBois.
Bright colors fade away on such a sunny Sunday;
She waits for the night to fall.
Then she points a pistol through the door,
And she aims at the streetlight
While the freeway hisses.
Dogs bark as the gun falls to the floor.
The streetlight's still burning;
She always misses.
But the day she hits,
That's the day she'll leave.
That one little victory, that's all she needs!
She pulls the shade;
It's just another sunny Monday.
She waits for the night to fall.