Monday Feeling

Time stopped a couple Mondays ago And now that feeling seems to be all that I know It only widens, never closing in It is an aging, de-elasticized skin And nothing that I do with my hands can make it better Nothing that I do with my mouth can make it better It's been a long year, this spring that we’re in It's such a heavy feeling being weightless Now I'm going backwards to the start of it It always hurts to go back to the start of it Pressing the bruise till it pops like a zit Tearing through seams just to see if they'll rip I need a time machine, but I don't believe I need a time machine, but I cannot see (where I’d go) I need a time machinе, but I don't believe I need a timе machine, but I cannot see (where I’d go) I need a time machine, but I don't believe I need a time machine, but I cannot see (where I’d go) I need a time machine, but I don't believe