Weathered

I saved a day in the middle of the week so I could feel Little better ‘bout the weight that I’ve been dealt Little long then I guess I will get paid Then I’ll say, I have changed my mind – what should I do? I can’t help you now Go ahead and take the credit, you can pick up where I left I can’t help you now I stayed the same, little older but my eyes’ve grown so grey Window opens and the breeze will turn the page Then I’ll return to say, I feel the same That I won’t follow you, and I won’t allow you to have me this way Go ahead and take the credit, you can pick up where I left I can’t help you now (Implanted images distracting from a rich sense of worth hold your cash like a curse) The permanence of ink conveys the subtle difference in my eyes I saved a day just to heal what should I do? I can’t help you now