Friday

I just found this on my computer. It's a song I wrote a little while back.

Tomorrow will be Friday
Leading up to Monday
Following a Sunday
I wish they’d make a new day
So I didn’t have to know what’s next

Living in hopes of a future goal
It’s not quite real but at least it’s yours
Living in hopes of something happening
Something new, something old to forget

Tomorrow will be Friday
Leading up to Monday
Following a Sunday
I wish they’d make a new day
So I didn’t have to know what’s next

Pushing time away, under the mattress
If you can’t see it maybe it moves faster
Pushing the past away, that has timed out
No reason to look back when it was a bitch.

Tomorrow will be Friday
Leading up to Monday
Following a Sunday
I wish they’d make a new day
So I didn’t have to know what’s next

Is that what you’ve got to offer?
Repeating days without novelty
Mother Nature, I’d like to stop her
Because sometimes time just kills me
We’re so adult, making plans far in advance
Arranging our lives to the beat of the economy
We’re so serious. We walk, never dance.
Tonight let’s kick off our work boots and be free