Thursday morning I told you I might die
Furry creatures scurried across my mind
You held my hand, told me you’d see it through to the end
Friday night I got taken in again
You said…
Maybe Wednesday I’ll come visit you, maybe Wednesday I’ll find the time
Saturday’s phone call, a phone call you never received
Or maybe your parents think I’m just make believe
Wearing my best suit, I wait here on Sunday too
Round-face jester hands me the message from you
It says…
Maybe Wednesday I’ll come visit you, maybe Wednesday I’ll find the time
Monday evening, and still no word from you
The monster’s back, takes me to bed next to you
I’m so excited, but Tuesday’s for you to define
I pull up a chair, hoping that you’ll tow the line
You said…
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