Feb 11, 2005 23:27
fridays are like sundays
saturdays are like saturdays
and sundays are like mondays
in my life theres no room for fridays. no room for most things that used to be regular. tick tock, tick tock. count a couple hours here, catch up when no ones looking. missing more, remembering less. it comes in bouts, but today its no where around.
if i could i would come in. but i cant find the house that holds your soul. now i think you dont live in this hemisphere, but when i meet up with a close friend of yours i say, i miss you, pass the message along. here where you wanna be, there where im on the way.
any day
any day