how many times did his hands search his pockets
it seemed that’s how he turned his face on and off
today’s blinking light was for his broken down heart
but he could only find his keys

a ride in his car was how he thought best anyway
that was what he wanted to do or so he believed
he was tired of being up so early all the time
maybe that’s why his heart stopped saying please

it was time to live like it was still the night before
if you don’t fall asleep you won’t catch a hangover
he was tired of people who are only in it for the money
luckily Sunday was still there for his worn out knees

he thought about spending the day with someone
maybe a walk and a goodbye to her forever
he couldn’t remember who put the hole in his pocket
or why birds don’t make nests in the wrong trees