you don't have time to check in and it feels so low you have time to bring wine you have time to kiss me sleep with me leave me in the morning you have time to say "i'd love to" when i choose you to venture the world you don't have time to read my messages it feels so low to not be acknowledged like you don't even care except at your convenience you have time to know my body to see and taste undress and redress me but you won't address me or give me time