Half a mile from where we used to meetnFourteenth and Hollow Tree, the dead end of the streetnFive minutes late, I'm wondering if you're therenThree glasses deep, I'm wondering if you care about mennMondaynTuesdaynWednesdaynThursdaynFridaynSaturdaynSundaynI'm stuck on SundaynnThe days drift by just like you said they wouldnThe drugs are clean, the conversation goodnOutside, all alone, I hear you saynI suddenly remember that I've forgetten everything, everything, everythingnnMondaynTuesdaynWednesdaynThursdaynFridaynSaturdaynSundaynI'm stuck on SundaynnI try, yes, I trynI almost left myself for deadnI almost ...nThat you really want what's good for menDo you really want what's good for me?nDo you really want what's good for me?nn