Tuesdays were great if only they didn't come once a week over the summer
Story behind the song
Written on August 6th, 2003.
I don't listen to this song, I haven't heard it too many times since I recorded it and that's for a reason my friends.
Lyrics
Remembering the days
Where I’d awake
With a smile on my face
Just hours since she left my place
I had reason to call myself a lucky boy
Summer season and I fall for my favorite girl
And I’d run down to breathe in
The blankets that we laid in
The couch that played in
Your pretty scent still lingers there
Face down and I breathe you in
Now I long for another smiley morning
The couch smells stale
Not like you anymore
You’ve been busy
I’ve been waiting
I’m free when you are
I’ll keep pacing
Or am I really wasting?
Every seventh for a tasting
Once a week is hard for me
But worth it when it comes
My couch and bed are starving
While you stain some other ones
And I will fall into your trap
I’m sidelined when your boys come back
So sub me in on Tuesdays
And spray it heavy so it stays
We’re drenched in the rain
You’re cold and shivering
Put my dry clothes on instead
I’ll never wash them again
You can roll around in them all day
Just spray it heavy so your smell will stay
That night I bury my face
In the place where we just laid
You sprayed it thick and now my heart is stained
My sweatshirt smells like coconut so sweet
If only Tuesdays weren't once a week
But after one day your scent will fade
And I have to wait
No, it isn’t dead
It infects and permeates some other place
Like a temporary stain
You walk with bleach in your veins
And it runs out from your mouth like pain
Poisoning me!
Once a week is hard for me
But worth it when it comes
My couch and bed are starving
While you stain some other ones
And I will fall into your trap
I’m sidelined when your boys come back
So sub me in on Tuesdays
And spray it heavy so it stays
Remembering the days