Keep an eye on Fridays;
they get harder now that I'm farther out.
I keep winding by there,
and my hands reach back
to abandoned tracks,
to your eyelids, cracked,
just peeking from sleep.
They say I can't stay here,
'cause my memory's bad and I see in halves,
but I keep winding up there,
and I walk right by
all the worst of times.
I don't bat an eye,
but it keeps me from sleep
I remember the time...
when you walked away from every fear
I remember when you couldn't steer
I remember when you felt so clear
I remember all the good ones
Here she comes, my Monday;
they get harder now that I start them out.
You'll be with my friends here,
and my cells all see
how you welcome me,
but I won't come back. I'm not coming back.
credits
from Demo,
track released May 3, 2014
Guitar and vocals by me
Recorded by me