The Second Summer

Half a mile from where we used to meet
 Fourteenth and Hollow Tree--the dead end of the street
 Five minutes late and wondering if you're there
 Three grams deep and 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's good
 Outside on the lawn I hear you say
 "I suddenly realize that I've forgotten everything, everything, everything"
 Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
 I'm stuck on Sunday
 I tried, yes I tried
 I almost left myself for dead
 I almost cried, or could it be
 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?
 Do you really?
 Do you really?