Tears on a Tuesday
Take the deepest breath I can as the clouds flow over me
A mockingbird crows and an ambulance siren screeches through the streets
Do you remember the oath once taken over peanut butter sandwiches and pink lemonade?
Inside the mind, questions flow like water
Answers are, so often glossed over
The wheels roll on, sounding like childrens marbles
the fluorescent light flickers on, lazily dreaming of laughter
Listen for it! Look out for it! Who knows how long it will be
Wasn't he taught? Wasn't he taught? the large woman screams as she fills an IV
sleepy creamy oddly pretty life pouring from the skin
like the love from a romantic's soul
glide into the light
take the pain away
under white sheets slumber the memories of his past failures
he dreads the morning
bringing with it more sorrow
The black man laughs and says it'll all be better tomorrow
Holding onto a dream that seems too beautiful to come true
He listens to the old songs about love and loss and hope
When does it happen to me? he asks the void that fills the pastel room where nobody hears
Grip tight the plush roommate that lies down and licks up your tears
Too many days like this and you wonder how you're still here
But, hey, its only Tuesday...
A mockingbird crows and an ambulance siren screeches through the streets
Do you remember the oath once taken over peanut butter sandwiches and pink lemonade?
Inside the mind, questions flow like water
Answers are, so often glossed over
The wheels roll on, sounding like childrens marbles
the fluorescent light flickers on, lazily dreaming of laughter
Listen for it! Look out for it! Who knows how long it will be
Wasn't he taught? Wasn't he taught? the large woman screams as she fills an IV
sleepy creamy oddly pretty life pouring from the skin
like the love from a romantic's soul
glide into the light
take the pain away
under white sheets slumber the memories of his past failures
he dreads the morning
bringing with it more sorrow
The black man laughs and says it'll all be better tomorrow
Holding onto a dream that seems too beautiful to come true
He listens to the old songs about love and loss and hope
When does it happen to me? he asks the void that fills the pastel room where nobody hears
Grip tight the plush roommate that lies down and licks up your tears
Too many days like this and you wonder how you're still here
But, hey, its only Tuesday...