Sometimes, love feels like you serving time.
Just waiting on your release.
Like, you're on probation each and every week.
Until you are seeking freedom.

All your moves but be accounted for.
Where you been?
Where you at?
Like your spouse is your parent.

Sometimes, you feel like it warranted.
Until you feel like you that person child.
Freedom of being single sometimes must be cherished.

Because check and balance driving you crazy.
Least until you point out that you are grown.