Monday morn is taking this life away from me. I find myself in the same place again. staring at the same four walls, screen makes my eyeballs crawl, no man was made to live the life Im in. But I wont spend time on your giant clock, my imagination just wont stop. I just cant let this feeling go, I guess I should just ask you so... Sunday Jen, oh wont you let me come see you tomorrow, though I know my time is six days away. Sunday Jen, oh this I know, the future cant be borrowed, but theres no one else who makes me feel this way. No sense forcing it, you just got to let it flow. And I cant think to say I let you go. after all this time, after all that weve been through, just one less car on down the avenue Abstract thoughts on a page, were never really my forte, theres too much logic and Savoir Faire for two souls in parallel. Sunday Jen, oh wont you let me come see you tomorrow, though I know my time is six days away. Oh Sunday Jen, wont you let me come see you tomorrow, but theres no one else that makes me feel this way Sunday Jen, oh wont you let me come see you tomorrow; I know my time is six days away. Sunday Jen, oh this I know, the future cant be borrowed, but theres no one else who makes me feel this way.
Posted on: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 14:11:10 +0000
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