somedays

somedays aren't yours at all--
they come and go as if they're someone else's days,
they come and leave you behind someone else's face,
and it's harsher than yours,
and colder than yours.

they come in all quiet, sweep up, and then they leave,
and you don't hear a single floorboard creek.
they're so much stronger than the friends you try to keep
by your side.

downtown...downtown...
i'm not here, not anymore,
i've gone away,
don't call me, don't write.

i'm in love with your daughter.
i want to have her baby.
i'm in love with your daughter,
so can i please...

downtown...downtown...
i'm not here, not anymore,
i've gone away,
don't call me, don't write.
i've gone away,
don't call me, don't write.
don't call me, don't call me,
don't call me, don't write!
don't write! don't write!
don't write! don't write...

somedays aren't yours at all--
they come and go as if they're someone else's days,
they come and leave you behind someone else's face,
and it's harsher than yours...