Graveyard shift ain’t got no **** on me
Oh wait, held over my head
I look up
I realize
It’s me watching me
Nonsense thoughts
Unobtainable shots
I stop
I look
I call.
I call myself out in the open
I hold myself up to a fantasy
A fantasy which took two years
Two years to create
Two years to assimilate
And two to discover.
I’ve discovered you and I know you.
I love you and I can’t wait to marry you. But.
But.
But. There’s never a perfect time to get this thing right
Temptations a ***** but so is karma
All together held with a lick.
Her knowledge of this has come with age
And so it begins.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC
Graveyard shift ain’t got no **** on me
Oh wait, held over my head
I look up
I realize
It’s me watching me
Nonsense thoughts
Unobtainable shots
I stop
I look
I call.
I call myself out in the open
I hold myself up to a fantasy
A fantasy which took two years
Two years to create
Two years to assimilate
And two to discover.
I’ve discovered you and I know you.
I love you and I can’t wait to marry you. But.
But.
But. There’s never a perfect time to get this thing right
Temptations a ***** but so is karma
All together held with a lick.
Her knowledge of this has come with age
And so it begins.
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