Cut Me Down - The Accidentals

Monday morning spent the night conforming

To a Tuesday’s preparation pace

Wednesday showed me to the girl Naomi

With the black hair obscuring her face

Thursday had a tangerine taste lingering

Like old sweat clinging to your shoes

Though the daylight’s curtains close, these memories

Still falter from daily abuse

Don’t cut me down

Just cause your voice is loud

It doesn’t mean a thing

If your pendulum won’t swing

Friday got into a fight, they didn’t last

A chance against her in the end

Why give everything you’ve got when all you have

To do is just simply pretend

Wrap this all around your shoulders, like a spool of

Wire to fuel your circuit dreams

Spend your life conducting one false light

And you will feel like another machine

Don’t cut me down

Just cause your voice is loud

It doesn’t mean a thing

If your pendulum won’t swing

Sunday’s just another Monday, tinged with

A procrastinator’s frantic fear

No regrets until the weekend ends

I’ll just change myself at the new year

Don’t cut me down

Just cause your voice is loud

It doesn’t mean a thing

If your pendulum won’t swing