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 trashing 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.