My workday ended four hours ago
Keep checking my phone, still half past three
I don't know anybody here well enough
To ask if they'd mind my company
How displaced and desperate I look
Stealing seats from the social space just to sit
Compromised compartment I'm sorry I took
Antagonised by the social aspect
I'm only here to wait for you
Even if it's evidently the foolish thing to do
I seem alone and sad because it's true
I can count my contacts on my fingers, there are only few
I finished my chores and the series I was watching
Keep checking my phone, addicted to its chime
So I diminished my soul from theories of who keeps him throbbing
I wish I had a friend I could tell my delusions to make it feel fine
To keep me in line, gossip like we're nine, and meet me on time
I'm only here to wait on you
Even if it's evidently the foolish thing to do
I seem alone and sad because it's true
I can count my contacts on my fingers, there are only few
To keep me in line, gossip like we're nine, and meet me on time
To keep me alright through the occasional fight and call on lonely nights
To keep me in mind, ideal partner in crime, I'm alone so be on time
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Songs I Write | VII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 19 years old, England.
