Tomorrow (Never, Ever)

Stumbled through my head today
Blinded with juicy possibilities of shame
I, of all people, could not remember your name
And realised that I had broken all the rules of the game we play
So backwards down but not backing down
Winged thoughts aplenty were slain
My son’s name is Wednesday and that is my favourite day
My wife’s name is Sunday and that is when I pray
My daughter’s name is Monday and that’s when the week starts for me
My parents’ name is March and April but to be honest I can’t wait for May