Wednesday

I don't know the day of the week.
Fuck it, don't care.
For all the good it'll do me.
My mind aint good like rewinding a movie.

And I don't know myself this week
Searching for my self
in a past I don't remember.
I might as well throw it out with the paper.

Been so many things
I kinda lost count.
Did you know I was that and this and that?
I feel your doubt.

7th grade
to
Sweet sixteen
Fuck the all
stuck in between.
Grammar school to graduate.
Put me back in
I aint quite finished yet.

What month is it this week?
Shit, what do I care?
For all the good it'd do me,
probably some bullshit likely to screw me.

And I forgot myself this week!
Sullied myself in ways I don't remember.
Watch out, you know, you never know what'll happen.

And so I think
my point comes across.
We're friends for the moment
'till it all falls apart.

Buddies.
Pals.
Boyfriend.
Cheater.
Liar. Sucker. Motherfucking creeper.
Acquaintances.
Long-lost friends.
A face in the crowd
that turns and stops and says,

"You won't believe this shit this week!"
Might as well care, too bored to pretend yeah.
Happened before, just listen, nod, share and stare.