You waited for Saturday You waited for my birthday And most of us would probably Expect even less than that And I'm glad You're not like us And by us I mean everyone in the world who isn't you And all this time I thought was mine Your proximity made When boredom comes It won't be long before I sing to you There's nothing you can do And there's nothing you can say To make my problems go away Or to make me do the same From the outside My dealings Pour me outside But feeling For an answer Marble ceiling Commence the healing