Tuesday

She wore blue jeans that night And asked if I Could come over I thought about asking if Summer bliss has ever made her smile Keep trying to let go Keep trying to let go of everyone I've ever loved Keep trying to let go Keep trying to let go of everyone I've ever loved The street lamp feels like a warm candle Creeping though the fog Warming up the street When she wrote a poem About me Did she get the details right Do you mind if I keep trying to let go Keep trying to let go of everyone I've ever loved Keep trying to let go I keep trying to let go, yeah Monday lacks depth Tuesday comes In a song You heard Monday lacks sun Tuesday comes In a song you learned Monday lacks a little idea No wonder why I'm sitting here With my legs crossed tight Crossing over to her side I tried to sit outside One last time The sun beat down on my head Burning my skin