Half a mile from where we used to meet   Fourteenth and Hollow Tree, the dead end of the street   Five minutes late, I'm wondering if you're there   Three glasses deep, I'm wondering if you care about me      Monday   Tuesday   Wednesday   Thursday   Friday   Saturday   Sunday   I'm stuck on Sunday      The days drift by just like you said they would   The drugs are clean, the conversation good   Outside, all alone, I hear you say   I suddenly remember that I've forgetten everything, everything, everything      Monday   Tuesday   Wednesday   Thursday   Friday   Saturday   Sunday   I'm stuck on Sunday      I try, yes, I try   I almost left myself for dead   I almost ...   That you really want what's good for me   Do you really want what's good for me?   Do you really want what's good for me?