I think it's pretty self explanatory.
And it's because I love the lot of you
and that I've never been able to get over you bunch
that I have to grow older miles apart, where neither rumor
nor scandal, nor message, nor scent,
can ever reach me.
It may just be the bourbon talking
but this night seems just as black as any
to tell you all I've never settled
for just anyone of you in particular.
Tuesdays shook with you;
Thursdays laughed with her;
Sundays melted away into a dew-y Monday afternoon with she;
My week was hazy with you three.
Can you blame a boy for falling in love?