Person, friend, we hang about
Maybe too much, day in day out.
Night in night out, its now routine
We can't turn off like a machine.
I wish I could just flick a switch
And not seem like I'm being a *****.
But maybe space is what we need
Until desires elsewhere can feed.
And lie about we will all day,
No doubt at night we'll likely stay
But company is good from friends
And more than just a means to ends.