I'm busy. You're busy.
I've pencilled in your name
In my after hours serenade.
You've put me on your night clock.
The minutes expanding on every tock
Tick tock tiicckk tocckk tiiccckkkk tocccckkkk.
When's a good time to tell you?
You've pictured a drive through.
But I've planned,
a sleep-in.
Was it ever going to work love?
This peaceful demonstration?
The way we indulge?
Divulge in textpectations.
(Hell, do you even know me?)
I swear it has gotten old
Round and round the same tree.
Honey. It's alright.
Beds. Can be.
Empty.
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