You waited for Saturday 

You waited for my birthday 

And most of us would probably 

Expect even less than that 

And I'm glad 

You're not like us 

And by us 

I mean everyone in the world who isn't you 



And all this time 

I thought was mine 

Your proximity made 

When boredom comes 

It won't be long before I sing to you 

There's nothing you can do 

And there's nothing you can say 

To make my problems go away 

Or to make me do the same 



From the outside 

My dealings 

Pour me outside 

But feeling 

For an answer 

Marble ceiling 

Commence the healing