come thursday, i'll say goodbye.
trade words on paper, and hope they will suffice.
i'll send some letters encrypted in ink
and music to put you to sleep.
i traced our names on my arms for weeks,
till i saw you perfectly
then with photographic stills
still the volume speaks on.
all these naked rooms, and the street lights shine in the yard.
wishing that i can sleep this whole day.
come thursday, ill say goodbye.
