Songs I Write | VI

Wednesday

It's a fleeting desire, these fleeting decisions
I've chosen my path once too many times to rethink it
You imagine me, standing at your door
Waiting for you to be ready, but I'm ready to go

I met a boy on Wednesday
Isn't that funny? It's funny to me
You'd know why that is
And it was charming and impulsive
And I felt like I'd feel sick
But I was happy, I almost forgot the feeling

It's a fleeting madness, when my desire is you
All I could do is what I've always done, and now I do what I never wanted to
You imagine me, in our sacred hotel room
Waiting for you to be ready, but it's too long to keep me waiting

I can hear you screaming
Feel you raging by your desk
Wednesday is ours
That was for me and you, and all our shitty love
And, let me tell you
Now you know how I felt those years
All of those tears you watched fall
You're so tall, maybe you couldn't hear me?
Is that why I always felt ignored?

I met a boy on Wednesday
Isn't that funny? It's funny to me
You'd know why
And I was charming and impulsive
And I felt like I'd feel rollercoaster sick
But I was happy when I almost forgot how to be