Monday morning lies
bleed into to Tuesday
draining all the energy
out of the room
There’s nothing left to say
Then on Wednesday
I can’t figure out what I should do
When we can’t breathe
And it seems it’s
Over way too fucking soon
We only long for Sunday afternoon
when there’s no reason left to move
Yet here we are on Thursday evening
barely speaking at all
because I ‘m trying to figure out if I will answer
This Friday at lunch time if you call
I’m so confused over trying to balance
A glass cylinder on a lead ball
That on Saturday night when the light dims low
And the music flows…
And my heart still knows…
It’s best I don’t remember you at all…
It’s best I don’t…
But you won’t go
It’s best I don’t…
And I’m in a forgiving mood
It’s best I don’t…
When the bottle’s empty
and my heart has more room
It’s best I don’t…
But when the edges of our so called love
let life fray it away
hopefully we will learn to trust each other
by next Monday….