Woorden: Little Joe Gould. Come Thursday.

come thursday- i'll say goodbye.
trade words on paper, and hope they will- suffice.
i'll send some letters encrypted in ink
and music to put you to sleep
i traced your names on my arms for weeks
til i saw you perfectly safe

there with photographic stills
steal the words i cant speak so long
all these naked rooms, and the street lights shine

wishing that i can sleep this whole day.

come thursday, ill say goodbye.