ferrydust

Somedays aren’t yours at all.
They come and go as if they are someone else’s days
they come and leave behind someone else’s face and it’s harsher than yours, and colder than yours.

They come in all quiet, sweep up and then they leave.
And you don’t hear a single floorboard creak.
They’re so much stronger than the friends you try to keep by your side.

Down down down down
I’m not here, not anymore
I’ve gone away
don’t call me
don’t write.

I’m in love with your daughter
I want to have her baby
I’m in love with your daughter,
so can I please?

Down down down down
I’m not here, not anymore
I’ve gone away
don’t call me
don’t write
........

Somedays aren’t yours at all.
They come and go as if they are someone else’s days
they come and leave you behind someone else’s face and it’s harsher than yours.