The weekend is the weak end of me
It's a loose screw on the dawn of a new week
With no peaks
And no lows
It just floats
Above and below an equator
And my toes - they're just numb
Never shaken by an orgasmic overflow

Then it comes again
This endless nothing
Thursday afternoon till Sunday's dawn
I'm just staring now at the empty screen
Of my brand new toy-cell-phone
I feel nauseous after a second
And go home

"Oh, I'm already here"
"Like you didn't know"
"Yea, I'm always here"
"Tell me something new"
"There's none"