My weekdays 
So busy its my schedule 
Well giving in my apartments just as full 
Those ceilings and white unforgiving walls 
And now that's rigid than the days lined on my calendar 
As subways trains they roll me home late its hard to keep proper intervals of sleep 
I like it thou 
My weekends 
I travel as 
I visit friends 
Sometimes 
I go out sometimes 
I stay in 
Its too late to change my self 
Its only in the humor 
In a story 
I recall I mimic with my arms as 
I Exaggerate a joke 
Oh where I go 
Its only in this drama 
In a story 
I recall I mimic with my arms as 
I Exaggerate the plot 
I go to Unhook the vcr 
Cable and 
The bath of massive tangled grey & black 
And turn across to somewhere in the back 
I'm leaning over down behind the 
TV stand a radiated pause 
A hissing line and stranded as 
Spits among the dust 
I give up