5. Half done, half eaten, half left, half kicked away

Four and a half weeks
I’ve been counting,
Counting every single day

It wasn’t on Wednesday,
Wednesday is three days
Into the week, come the end

No, it is Thursday past 3,
Yes, Thursday past 3 o clock
In this house that dies at midnight

And I still gotta pay my 2-50
The rest of the hours have got to
Have got to pay off

Feel the weight of the world
On my back, in my knees
They are trembling, losing ground

Even the most outrageous dream,
the most outrageous wish
Even the most outrageous piece of
music couldn’t keep me from swimming
And soon about to sink in
Into the skin

Into the skin
Repeat after me:
Into the skin