Cut Me Down

Monday morning spent the night conforming
To a Tuesday’s preparation pace
Wednesday showed me to the girl Naomi
With the black hair obscuring her face
Thursday had a tangerine taste lingering
Like old sweat clinging to your shoes
Though the daylight’s curtains close, these memories
Still falter from daily abuse
Don’t cut me down
Just cause your voice is loud
It doesn’t mean a thing
If your pendulum won’t swing
Friday got into a fight, they didn’t last
A chance against her in the end
Why give everything you’ve got when all you have
To do is just simply pretend
Wrap this all around your shoulders, like a spool of
Wire to fuel your circuit dreams
Spend your life conducting one false light
And you will feel like another machine
Don’t cut me down
Just cause your voice is loud
It doesn’t mean a thing
If your pendulum won’t swing
Sunday’s just another Monday, tinged with
A procrastinator’s frantic fear
No regrets until the weekend ends
I’ll just change myself at the new year
Don’t cut me down
Just cause your voice is loud
It doesn’t mean a thing
If your pendulum won’t swing