Some days I can't recall
If I just said what I was thinking
Some days I can't tell where my body ends
and the outside universe begins

When it's gray I always think it's cold outside
I'm always surprised when it's not
Things are just beyond my fingertips
No amount of stretching gets me what I want

Some days I can't be called
By methods, tested and true
Some days I can't tell where I begin and end
Some days not connected to anything at all...

When it's gray I always think it's cold outside
I'm always surprised when it's not
Things are just beyond my fingertips
No amount of stretching gets me what I want

Some Days

Blunt Objects