Hopeful Pills

I got your pill
Down my throat
In your throat, bits of hope
But your hands are in, the pocket of my coat
Brand new, for you, dancing with a rope
On my face
Never taught me to chase
Confusion, black holes
Missing grace
Bowing sheep, with no knees
Lots of needs, just like us
We got those

Days by days, you still think it's Sunday
Month by month, you still say it's Sunday

My honor, I fell
And don't you cry at all
You might just be, lucky
And have my little-baby

Mistakes fell
But don't you cry at all
You might just be-lazy
And have my sleepy, baby

It's the way we go
Back and forth
About to be what, what you see
See is me, anything about your

Day by day by day
You still think it's Sunday
Month by month by month
You still say it's Sunday

My honor, I fell
And don't you cry at all
You might just be, lucky
And have my little-baby

Mistakes fell
But don't you cry at all
You might just be

We go
Baby
Maybe, you and I
Have one day
Or two
Make it three
I think I like it
I like it

Day by day by day
You still think it's Sunday
Month by month by month
You still say it's Sunday

The days
Our days
What days?
Your days

You got us always down
And you just know I will keep following

Up up up
All you little monkey's
Down down down
Is the way you go,you go
Up up up
All you little monkey's
Down down down

In my throat
When you say
All goes