on days like these

on days like these

I stay inside

stay under the covers

that's where I hide

I don't send texts 

I keep off the phone

I lock my door

and stay at home

and there I do

whatever I please

on days like these

the sky is gray

and filled with rain

in this apartment

I don't complain

I accept the weather

clouds overhead

I pull up blankets

and stay in bed

I listen to deejays

shoot the breeze

on days like these

          on days like these

          you wait for time to move

          on days like these

          nothing ever improves

on days like this

I do not leave

but life still has

something up its sleeve

it might be trouble

it might be joy

it might be whatever

you employ

Lord, help the man

inside of me

on days like these