A Song for Monday

PACK UP - ELIZA DOOLITTLE

I get tired, and upset
And I’m trying to care a little less
When I google I only get depressed 
I was taught to dodge those issues, I was told:
Don’t worry, there’s no doubt
There’s always something to cry about
When you’re stuck in an angry crowd
They don’t think what they say before they open their mouth, you gotta


Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say about me
Pack up your troubles, get your old grin back
Don’t worry about the cavalries
I don’t care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me


A hot topic,
Maybe I should drop it,
It’s a touchy subject,
And I like to tiptoe 'round the shit going down,
You got penny, no pound
So if your business is running out
It’s not my business to talk about
They don’t think what they say before they open their mouth, you gotta


Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say about me
Pack up your troubles, get your old grin back
Don’t worry about the cavalries
I don’t care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me


It's just to test your ability
Let's count from one to infinity
Don't rock the boat, gotta let it be
Gotta let it go