S.C.A.B. - Tuesday

She wore blue jeans that night
And asked if I
Could come over
I thought about asking if
Summer bliss has ever made her smile

Keep trying to let go
Keep trying to let go of everyone I've ever loved

The street lamp feels like a warm candle
Creeping though the fog
Warming up the street
When she wrote a poem
About me
Did she get the details right

Keep trying to let go
Keep trying to let go of everyone I've ever loved
Keep trying to let go
I keep trying to let go yeah

Monday lacks depth
Tuesday comes
In a song
You heard
Book you've read

Monday lacks sun
Tuesday comes
In a song you learned

Monday lacks a little idea
No wonder I'm sitting here
With my legs crossed tight
Crossing over to her side

I tried sit outside
One last time
The sun beat down on my head
Burning my skin

Ooh