Seventeen hours ago you said you loved me.
Seventeen hours ago you thought I was great.
Seventeen hours ago there was a future
with no regrets
and miles of good intentions up ahead.
Seventeen hours suddenly seems
like a fucking long time.

It’s amazing what can change
with just the downing of one sun
and a single sleep period.
Yesterday seems
to have little to do with today
and I have little to do with who I was before.

I don’t know who I am anymore
Maybe I will
in another seventeen hours.