Wednesday Low

"Excuse my point, but wouldn't it be nice
To just say 'shit' to make the sighs subside"
That was all I could retort in continuous repeat
After my ears were talked off and I got a chance to speak
Wednesday Low - Oooh
There is no leeway in the words I signed
Either we wait it out or draw a clear line
Well aware no grief out there
Will keep the world from turning
Well aware we do not care
About it on Thursday morning

Low

The perfect fit to call it what it is
Cast your waste on me and I'll do my bit
Hanging on your lips. Don't you notice?
If this symbiosis fails, it's of no use to me
Appeal to my conscience. Make me feel bad
Put the above to the test
When all I want to do is worry about everyone but me



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Writer(s): Sven Leichsnering
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