Is This Called Love?
The tired look under my eyes are because of her.
I try to get away, but I’m drawn.
I can’t focus and she attempts to help.
She doesn’t, she distracts.
My focus drifts and I’m looking for an easy out.
The easy way to let a year slip without going anywhere.
I’m where I started and I have no direction.
She directs, she entices.
I can barely sleep without her.
Is this what you call love?
My shift is ending and I stated I’d abstain.
I find myself driving towards.
I gotta make my claim before 2 am.
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