Fuck You It’s Thursday
This morning at 4:50
there was no sun
just a dark wave
I folded into
it could have been any body
could have been anyone
Fuck you, it’s Thursday
and fall is here
the trees are
losing it or letting go
which I just can’t say
And if by chance
I run across you
on some noisy afternoon
the music in the background
playing Grinderman’s No Pussy Blues
don’t worry I won’t sing
I can’t sing to you
Fuck you it’s Thursday
and fall is here
the trees are turning back
or turning away they have no say either way
Fuck you it’s Thursday.
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