I don't care if Monday's blue Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too Thursday I don't care about you It's Friday, I'm in love Monday you can fall apart Tuesday
Poem boy failure, be what you know Keep us in line, with a vicious blow Now this is future, predictable slow Love you can be, even though Can't do wrong
Welcome to the state of emergency Telepathic pace stresses urgency I use your head to make you feel intruded Now no one's useful, and you're polluted [
So you finally fessed up to her All the lies you said Now you kindly kiss up to her But the feeling's dead Several days have passed now Darker than any
And back the ebb came, in fact and full of rain And two the flow went, I think the vessel bent Now time is precious and the rocky waves we're nauseous
Supreme lifestyle The one I used to hate The one I used to drive away My dream stay awhile I can't concentrate I pray you never relate I see your wicked
Making all these waves and I wonder where the days went I sit and think of you I hope the feeling's mutual I'm seeing all you gave and it somehow don'
Your waves come crashing down Like a semi auto trailer I dive so deep in the sea To avoid, killer whales A perfect moment here and gone It has sailed
We should have waited We should have waited It's all around We should have We love to break the season We use to shake the beehive To relax and rewind
Proud, proud is to hear it all, yeah yeah Proud, ah proud, proud is to watch us fall, yeah yeah Make a wish, make a succotash wish You live the pompous
She traps a velvet moth between her harmless hands Then builds an atrium to perch on her night stand She lays to watch her fly, attracted towards the
I liked you You showed me These calls must Continue Time is collapsing in my head I built all the walls you can't come in You were to one that called
at all You got it all wrong, you've misunderstanding Traveled far for this lover Who she was, she was not But honestly, it don't matter Aliens ain't farmers
Beyond the basement There lives a girl there She's got a face and a lot of hair Respond to places Remember they said To watch your back but you don't
It's my arms that, wrap you up nice It's my arms, my arms baby Small rooms with, record exec' types Whisper away my, future lately I introduce you to
I've spilling all my guts for this And every time I miss I swear it's maddening I can't feel beyond my fingertips Under my feet I trip but am I stopping
He's waitin' for some rain to fall He's waitin' for the mail to come He's waitin' for the dawn again Old man on a farm Milk the cow Slop the pigs Sweepin
-hearted needing to belong Nevertheless It's all the mess you made But I can't let it go Walk down the street, I'm thinking Look at all the ants in a farm