Half a mile from where we used to meet
Fourteenth and Hollow Tree, the dead end of the street
Five minutes late, I'm wondering if you're there
Three gla**es deep, I'm wondering if you care about me
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Sunday
I'm stuck on Sunday
The days drift by just like you said they would
The d** are clean, the conversation good
Outside, all alone, I hear you say
I suddenly remember that I've forgetten everything, everything, everything
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
Sunday
I'm stuck on Sunday
I try, yes, I try
I almost left myself for dead
I almost ...
That you really want what's good for me
Do you really want what's good for me?
Do you really want what's good for me?