Who cares what day it is or how long we live for?

I need to make a judgement about you before my bedtime

For when I put my head down on the pillow

My [bad word] dreams will cut me down to size

By then I’ll be a brand new different person

To love you while I’m trying to decide

I don’t care what time you keep

Or what you thought I came to do

I lost you on a Tuesday

That’s all I can remember

For when I put my head down on the pillow

My [bad word] dreams will cut me down to size

By then I’ll be a brand new different person

To love you while I’m trying to decide

Oh, the [bad word] of my days

The make-up that was peeling off your adolescent face

Oh, such a face

To try to get the clocks to change

To turn and swing the other way

Before I knew that pigeons cried

And sanctified the hopelessness inside