Monday was orange
The bright blue sky
Turned tangerine and I saw
The day I'll die
At one hundred and four years
Tuesday was blue
That's when I knew
That I really did not love you
But that's okay
Eighty four years is a long time
To make a life, to make a life without you
Wednesday was pink
The lawn next door
Lost chlorophyll and looked more
Like flamingos
And the color of my cheeks
Thursday was grey
It rained all day
And I couldn't stop crying
One hundred and four years is not
Enough time
To make a life, to make a life without you
And Friday was white
The whole world was too bright strangling me
Like fancy lace gloves
Saturday was black
The whole world went dark
And I forgot how to see
Sunday was red
Got out of bed
And I felt my veins pulsing
With brand new life
As the sun rose rusty rouge
It's been a week
There will be more
Til I'm one hundred and four
With silver hair and pruny skin
I will have learned
To live a life, to live a life without you
How to live a life,
How to how to how to
How to live a life
A life a life a life a life
And Friday was white
The whole world was too bright strangling me
Like fancy lace gloves
Saturday was black
The whole world went dark
And I forgot how to see
Sunday was red
Got out of bed
And I felt my veins pulsing
With brand new life
As the sun rose rusty rouge
It's been a week
There will be more
Til I'm one hundred and four
With silver hair and pruny skin
I will have learned
To live a life, to live a life without you
How to live a life, to live a life without you
How to live a life, to live a life without you