Until Friday Comes
Tonight I couldn’t tell you I loved you because you are not in my bed. Drowning in my lonesome tears weighing on my heavy head; pressing further into my pillow and yours. Tonight I make a mound from the plush that cradled your head and turn it into a makeshift You.
I press deep into my memories and hear you tell me to sleep.
Tonight I wish I could hear you say you loved me, but you are not here.
I’m just drifting ‘til Friday comes;
then I will tell you I love you and nestle into your warm skin.
Until Friday, I’ll cry myself to sleep knowing this is just day one.
I don’t care about you, or your girlfriend, and I hope she finds someone better and you end up alone.
