Three day weekend, a week’s end falls on a thursday. And what a week, what an end at that. Evenings by a hospital bed where no one knows where I am And I’m in mornings finding the energy to get outta my own bed NIght’s tossing and turning to the right, finding what’s right is not next to me. Pulling close blankets to sheets, and nothing quite fills a space that should be you. Thursday. over the hump day, back where we started day Someone’s been visiting my locker, 3 notes by weeks end I know your handwriting and you know I know It’s you. And today at lunch, it’s weird. I can’t explain it. I’m never going in your car again, but tonight your coming in mine. Awkwardness and lately it’s falling all around us. The Peter Pan, lending a helping hand And this is where I mess up, wish you’d give up. I can feel things are about... but what do i know? We’ve forgotten by now, let’s keep it that way. You’re so last year. You’re all around me. I”m all around HER. I”m confused, as usual. There’s 3 of them, but I only want the one. She knows.