Sunday -

My green eyes

Your Sunday stumble home

Some demise

But far from being alone

Surrounded by tens of future friends

Maybe one who can depend on you

Take those pills

You’ve got to kill the guilt

Last nights dress

Still hugs you as you tilt down

Turn into the close to

Climb those twenty

Stairs wIth leaded legs

I wished it away

We all did

And regret the missed opportunity

Or a flash from an eyelash fluttering

Where was this thing born

A feeling of restlessness and wavering

Of restlessness and wavering

Where can I buy a bottle of happy

To soothe this discontent take over

And turn the color up to blue