You're sitting in front of me;
Making your slurping sounds and rubbing your beard.
I ask you to say it again.
You don't because you know it'll bother me.
Are we having fun yet?
I know you're at the bottom.
You say you're that way everyday;
You say that I wouldn't know anything about it.
You wouldn't know how wrong you are.
Are we having fun yet?
Hug me but I don't want you to let go.
Secretly, I have that running through my head too.
When you wish someone knew of all your ghosts and all the time you feel you waste;
And even when you make accomplishments, you know they aren't good enough;
Are we having fun yet?
Grab me and toss me on the sofa;
Rub your cheek, knowing one day I will for the tears will be to much to hold back.
Kiss tender lips with a heavy sigh.
If only time could stay still.
Are we having fun yet?