Aug 17, 2007 16:34
Somedays aren't yours at all
they come and go as if they're someone else's days
they come and leave you behind someone else's face
and it's harsher than yours,
colder than yours.
They come in all quiet, sweep up and then they leave
and you don't hear a single floorboard creak
they're so much stronger than the friends you try to keep
by your side.
Downtown, downtown
I'm not here, not anymore
I've gone away,
Don't call me, don't write.