Trashing Days

Then I come in,
They go mad, hit my nose and
Hit my back, break me every
Single bone, throw me out just
Like a stone. it's the corner. it's
The dress, small the town and
Big the mess, that I cause with
Every step, but still I walk,
Nonetheless. they're skipping
Backwards, they're thrashing
Days, is that all they're
Believing in? smash my head
To make it spin. it won't change
So come with me, just with your
Eyes I will see. just with your
Arms I can hold, and keep
Away them dump and cold.