Monday Feeling

Time stopped a couple Mondays ago

And now that feeling seems to be all that I know

It only widens, never closing in

It is an aging, de-elasticized skin

And nothing that I do with my hands can make it better

Nothing that I do with my mouth can make it better

It’s been a long year, this spring that we’re in

It’s such a heavy feeling being weightless

Now I'm going backwards to the start of it

It always hurts to go back to the start of it

Pressing the bruise till it pops like a zit

Tearing through seams just to see if they’ll rip

I need a time machine, but I don’t believe

I need a time machine, but I cannot see (where I’d go)

I need a time machinе, but I don’t believe

I need a timе machine, but I cannot see (where I’d go)

I need a time machine, but I don’t believe

I need a time machine, but I cannot see (where I’d go)

I need a time machine, but I don’t believe