Wednesday

Meet a part of me that feels like every other day
It has been seen in pictures and in alleyways
Can see it through your walls
Can see it through your fall
Can see it on your floor, wrongway
Lift your head up, Wednesday
It’s almost two thirty
When the walls start falling down you’ll be last to be found
That’s allright, malt liquor
So you can promise me a day
Not gonna promise nothing anyway
Say you will, say you will and then you don’t