Wednesday

Something about Wednesday always gets to me
'Cause every hard thing catches up to me eventually
And what better time than the middle of the week?
Today I think about how everyone forgets me

(This is really selfish)

I can't get it out of my brain
They know I love him, but they're the ones that change
Did I ever push them away?
Not even once-- but now it's not the same

I don't belong anywhere except by his side
Which wouldn't be a problem if I didn't see them all the time
Reminding me of why I cry on Wednesday nights
Hoping that I haven't hurt anyone-- all I ever do is try

I've tried and I've fought
To be enough, but I'm not
I'm pretty much gone
So I pray that I'm wrong

And I pray they'll still love me
Because morning is coming
There's another day of facing
Instead of just running

Because I would just forget about it
Forget about them, pretend I don't notice
But I still love them so much, every last bit
And it isn't my calling to give up on all this



It just hurts really bad
Especially on Wednesdays
I just remember everything
And think of everything else
And I really just hurts
It hurts, hurts, hurts