Fridays and evenings are the hardest ones
They mark an end to whatever could be
For the next few hours, days, years to come
They sum up our impossiblity
A positive song could make me stop and
Take your hand to place it over my heart
Feel that life? It's a gift, a choice we can
Stare into the wall or break it apart
I can't lay my head down or find my dreams
When you aren't against me, warming my sleep
I drown in wakefulness and the bed seems
To hold me under like waves of cold sheets
These are the worst times of my days and nights
When I'm living a life that's not quite right
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