I Lost Thursday
I lost Thursday
I had it somewhere
Don't say it's where I left it
I lost Thursday like it was nothing
That fact is uncontested
I am sleepy
I'm not strong but it was like any day
Where I left it
Take it back
Now I suspect foul play
Nights flow right into the next
I'm reading off this text and thinking very fast
This panopticon is full of people sitting still
Until this time has passed
It's supernatural how spaced out we can be
It's supernatural how spaced out we can be
I left Thursday inside your knapsack
Packed in a zipped-up sleeping bag
Half the time you're feeling fine
Cool as an amphibian
Half the time you wonder why
We're stuck in this oblivion
Today was going to be the year I kept a closer watch
Stepped up another notch
Now it's post-historic time
My diorama mind is stuck inside this thought
It's supernatural how spaced out we can be
I lost Thursday
I had it somewhere
It's supernatural how spaced out we can be
I lost Thursday like it was nothing
I lost Thursday
I lost Thursday
I am sleepy
I'm not strong but it was like any day
Where I left it
Take it back
Now I suspect foul play
Nights flow right into the next
I'm reading off this text and thinking very fast
This panopticon is full of people sitting still
Until this time has passed
I had it somewhere
Don't say it's where I left it
I lost Thursday like it was nothing
That fact is uncontested
I am sleepy
I'm not strong but it was like any day
Where I left it
Take it back
Now I suspect foul play
Nights flow right into the next
I'm reading off this text and thinking very fast
This panopticon is full of people sitting still
Until this time has passed
It's supernatural how spaced out we can be
It's supernatural how spaced out we can be
I left Thursday inside your knapsack
Packed in a zipped-up sleeping bag
Half the time you're feeling fine
Cool as an amphibian
Half the time you wonder why
We're stuck in this oblivion
Today was going to be the year I kept a closer watch
Stepped up another notch
Now it's post-historic time
My diorama mind is stuck inside this thought
It's supernatural how spaced out we can be
I lost Thursday
I had it somewhere
It's supernatural how spaced out we can be
I lost Thursday like it was nothing
I lost Thursday
I lost Thursday
I am sleepy
I'm not strong but it was like any day
Where I left it
Take it back
Now I suspect foul play
Nights flow right into the next
I'm reading off this text and thinking very fast
This panopticon is full of people sitting still
Until this time has passed
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Writer(s): John S. Linnell, John C. Flansburgh
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