In the past i saw you, I dont know what it was, but I liked you. I slowly got to know you and i am everyday learning you. it truly is that seventh day, which i have come to learn, must be picked when the most ripe.
now you seem to be nice on that special day. but thats not how i heard the devil say it. maybe i do recognize that day, maybe today, you are sweet, because some other one made you ache?
regardless of what you say or want, let me tell you the way it will be. tomorrow i will be rolling, you are free to go where you want to be. that way you can be in your own time, chase after those things of vanity six days of the week. i look forward to to the seventh day. that is when we shall meet.