Baby,
I'm so tired at work,
I didn't shave,
Or iron my shirt,
And what’s worse,
My tie doesn't go,
"No blue with black"
How should I fuckin know?,
Old pants from discount stock,
Searched my hamper,
for mismatched socks,
Big hole in the front
For my big toe,
Late again,
I snuck in on tip toe.
Two voicemails,
Urgent messages,
Bosses voice says:
"You're requested in,
Three meetings,
No exceptions,
Or leaving,
For refreshments,"
Proofreading,
At my desk with,
Eyes bleeding,
Getting restless,
Heart beating,
Now I'm breathless,
I keep repeating,
I should let this...
Go
I just don't fit in
Underneath these stars
In between these walls
I just don't belong
Baby,
I'm so lazy at work,
In this box,
I'm faking these smirks,
And what’s worse ,
My rent is here,
Crossing my fingers,
For that check to clear,
Doing everything to stay in budget,
It gets me down,
But in some way I love it,
Its like I'm living in,
My prequel,
Like every little thing,
I achieve will,
Trace them to,
Where I am now,
When I met you,
It'll stand out,
And I cherish,
When we're fed well,
And we're wrapped up,
In my bed till,
The bubble bath up-
stairs gets filled,
Sp lish splash suds,
let the rest spill,
All laughs cuz,
We can just chill,
Year and a half, but
You're the best still,
And if it lasts us,
To the end, we'll
Put our past up
On a pedestal,
Baby that’s love,
And my chest feels,
Like I shouldn't let this........
Go
I think we fit in
Underneath these stars
In between these walls
I know we belong
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