Calendar

Calendar, brick and blue Sick of all these things to do I ex them away, the days that have passed My calendar, I believe is my last Calendar that kisses my wall Calendar and the shoes that we tie Believe in the saw that cuts us in two And ex them away before they get you Before they get you Calendar, believe in your life Calendar and the summit of fools Believe in the knife which cuts us in two And ex them away before they get you Before they get you Before they get you