Half a mile from where we used to meet Fourteenth and Hollow Tree--the dead end of the street Five minutes late and wondering if you're there Three grams deep and wondering if you care About me Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday I'm stuck on Sunday The days drift by just like you said they would The drugs are clean, the conversation's good Outside on the lawn I hear you say "I suddenly realize that I've forgotten everything, everything, everything" Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday I'm stuck on Sunday I tried, yes I tried I almost left myself for dead I almost cried, or could it be That you really want what's good for me Do you really want what's good for me? Do you really want what's good for me? Do you really? Do you really?