Come Thursday, I'll say goodbye
Trade words on paper, and hope they will suffice
I'll send some letters encrypted in ink
And music to put you to sleep
I traced our names on my arms for weeks
Until I saw you perfectly
Then with photographic stills
Still the volume speaks on
All these naked rooms, and the street lights shine in the yard
Wishing that I can sleep this whole day.
Come Thursday, I'll say goodbye