Let’s talk about the 7th day of March,
I got you right between my fickle thoughts.
You got me dead to hide your hasty faults,
But I don’t mind at all…
And days are gonna be so fucking dump,
As I can see you waving for goodbye,
Not that I want, but you are always fine
To say it once again…
On February 7th he got lost,
I nearly found him in my tangled dreams,
I know exactly where the horsepath leads,
I’d found him nearly dead…
And as we grow to reach the precious shelf
With hidden key from hidden answer-case
And as it seems we need just 3 more days,
The shelf is going up…
Let’s talk about the 7th day of June,
I got it right between my web of dreads,
And things are not about to change their fads,
At least till 7th day…