These Awkward Tuesdays

My head is clouded
I can not see straight
I wrote it all down
Better never or late?

These awkward Tuesdays
have us looking at our feet
We want to look up
but we can´t take the heat

I jumped off the rocks
all I could do was sink
The ripples still crash
splashes gone in a blink

These awkward Tuesdays
are so full of truth
What was once bottled up
is now a cork through the roof

I knew you once before
all hazy in a dream
but the haze disappeared
once my own slate was clean

I wrote it all down
and threw it drunk on your bed
I wrote it sober again
and it´s still in my head

These awkward Tuesdays
have my butterflies doing flips
but it´s all better off late
before Never Wednesday slips

There were days with captured glances
the days I loved the most
And others with frozen bones
as if we´d seen a ghost

Keep on cooking your breads
while I stoke the fire
Your hands are feeling tougher
My eyes are getting tired

They close and open
The wind swept you away
La troja came crashing down
on all that´s left to say

These awkward Tuesdays
still let Wednesday in
It feels like an ending
while I´m ready to begin