is a nervous clown with a nerdy soul...
he wears glasses thick as a window pane and his hands are cold
he knows a lot of big words, but he
doesn't know any sentences;
he couldn't love me if he studied me,
Wednesday Guy makes me feel like I'm in New York again..
takes me back to my younger days before boys were men...
he's got a smile that cuts through his face
like a gash in his
it's a smile he gives to everyone
not just me...
I see him on Wednesday night when the week is at its height
right at the center but not quite all there
a world behind his eyes through a tiny crack that lies between the
other days; I fall through right away
Wednesday Guy says he's not a guy but a hologram
A projection from all the pretty dreams of an ugly man...
he says the day that his father died was like the
day that his life began
he'll never love me like he hates that man, oh no...
He likes to starve himself until he's frail and
skinny as a marionette
as thin as real men get
plenty of girls would like to bring him back to life
but when he slouches in
he's got no strings on him
Wednesday Guy is awake all night like the city is
decorating his walls with al his
I am a twig that he stumbled on
with his clumsy little pidgeon toe
he'll never love me like he loves
himself oh no
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