thursday

this is a song for a thursday
the girl on the bus draws a heart in the fog & it's me
so i'm getting drunk on a thursday
for rememberance sake - i'd love it if you would join me
cause if we've talked for a minute [or maybe five] i probably miss you

so strike a pose, the world is ending
i think that we should go to bed
so i can dream up some pop song prophecy
& you can shed your pretty skin for me
but baby, it's only thursday

this is my heart, it lives in my hand,
i try to keep it warm with a glove & the sun
well it's having fun on a thursday,
distracting itself from the fact that i'm sleeping alone
i'm writing my plans up onto my walls to keep myself sane
but it stays the same - i'm no good

so strike a pose, the world is ending
i think that we should go to bed
so i can dream up some pop song prophecy
& you can shed your pretty skin for me
but baby, it's only thursday

well, so much for this being thursday
i mean, it's friday by now, but i can't see how that's any better
cause my heart is roaring, the curse was reversed, there's a bottle of gin on the windowsill,
& you're gone,

so strike a pose, the world is ending
i think that we should go to bed
so i can dream up some pop song prophecy
& you can shed your pretty skin for me
but baby, it's only thursday