work is better than home
so we work ourselves to the bone
and when we don't we're eaten alive
desperate and starving for creative vibes
we eat and shit and sleep and play
we cry and flirt and sigh and stay
even as we wind down for sleep
we can't stay focused on plans to keep
play some music to fill the void
to stop the buzzing and kill the noise
hearts so tender and lips so moist
how could you ever make the choice?
to step forward and formally ask for love
when you're too busy cuddling and won't look above
you can't get something from nothing
you always like who you can't have
tone it down a notch, bub
or you're
gonna
get
canned
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