Wednesday Afternoon

Chapped lips
Blue jeans
Thin hips
Sixteen

Brown eyes
And skin
You were everything

On a Wednesday afternoon
There were lovers in the room
I was wild, you were high
We we running from the night
On a Wednesday afternoon

Your voice
My lies
Our paradise

I killed
We died
I bled
And cried

I went away and grew from my mistakes
Oh, how the years have come and gone
You found a life and fixed your aching heart
But the weeks remain the same

It was Wednesday afternoon
We were lovers in a room
We were wild, we were high
We were running out of time
On those Wednesday afternoons



Credits
Writer(s): Raoul Maccamley
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