bankky

I was checked in by four, hung the sign on the door, looked out the window of the 17th floor, talked to the city that knows me by name and all the bad things that i do. I shed five bitter tears into five bitter beers and looked at my watch and said where have the years gone, im wastin away like a castle of clay thats slowly crumblin' in two........ every monday i get this pain, every wednesday it hits my brain , every friday i die, cuz every day i still think of you.