The Beetles
She curls up very tightly as I leave the bed
and I stumble to the kitchen
cotton wool unwinding in my head
it's just a Wednesday
Beans and bacon in the non stick frying pan
coffee on the counter and
two burnt toast with a pot of jam
it's just a Wednesday.
Picking up the tempo
putting on my shoes
running for the six fifteen
it's
too early for those early morning
blues
It's just a Wednesday.
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