it’s half past five i’m off the clock just in time to see the sun set but for the third straight day it seems, the clouds above have other plans. it’s a quarter to six n’ i’m four cars back fighting with this finicky app trying to cash in my frequent frier miles, before realizing i’m in line at the wrong restaurant it’s funny it’s sad it’s life then it’s… every little thing that you do annoys me to no end just choose a movie already we both know you won’t last past the credits before dozing off in your favorite chair leaving me all alone in this house like a piece of unused furniture. it’s ten thirty-three n’ my exit strategy has been abandoned for a third straight night I don’t even keep a toothbrush here down to my last makeup wipe it would be quite funny if it weren’t so sad that this is the strongest relationship that I’ve ever had. every time you call my name like I’ve interrupted your routine i come running with no place to hide while this uneasy feeling eats me alive n’ I know you’re going to request a heaping plate of cheesy nachos i joke you should get off your ass, but I make them just to see you smile. it’s two minutes to midnight i slide into bed, your body is warm to the touch the steady beat from underneath regulates me, like a metronome i’m a scared n lonely puppy longing for a sense of home. it’s funny. it’s sad. it’s life and it’s mine.
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