Blue Friday
This Friday the sun was distant
Stayed out of my way
Rode the sky to another town
Told me I’ll see you some other day.
The city instead, consumed us by fog
Dead men and rodents running the street all night long
I saw a helpless women plead with the shadows of the night, she asked em “tell me something, tell me something nice”
I heard em say “time whispers a special song”
They ponder this Friday wont be blue for long.
