week love.

if i were a day i think i'd fit into tomorow;
the way i'm always one day late
has left me wondering whether i'm all alone here,
or maybe just dancing  with fate.

and i imagine you would be yesterday;
your always dwelling in the past.
but im not sure if it really matters at all;
the distance between us isnt exactly vast.

and i well i guess we could be together
i can assure you that there's a way
maybe we could meet somwhere in the middle,
and make our own little today?