Monday,
I faded out of central station
To realise my concentration
had packed up and gone

On Tuesday,
It felt like our whole situation
had not posed as a complication
And I weave through the sordid crowds

On Wednesday,
You told me to call

On Thursday,
You told me to call

On Friday,
I’m not in love

On Monday,
I worked out the distance between us
Not so that I could demean us
Just so the numbers were clear

On Tuesday
I walked to the city without you
I cleaned up the dishes without you
I kept on living without you
And it left those scars

On Wednesday,
You told me to call

On Thursday,
You told me to call

On Friday,
I’m not in love

[interlude]

On Monday,
You told me to call

On Tuesday,
You told me to call

On Wednesday,
You told me to call

On Thursday,
You did nothing at all

But Friday, on Friday,
On Friday, I’m not in love

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