By Mac Guerreiro
Eye can’t help but wonder what it is,
Before it was the bar,
The thing that kept you far,
Now that’s no longer there,
Yet my time with you is just as scarce,
Except now eye really don’t know when it’ll be my turn,
And it feels like eye have to leave you be completely in order to even earn this turn,
You like time with me better at the end of your day,
When eye can’t get in your way,
So is it the time or is it something else?
Because right now eye can’t help but feel like that doll on the shelf.