strattling me while you were crying
I agree we click, you said we click
three weeks later, don't I exist
opening up is not what I do,

you tell me you like (love) me, always over the phone
how you wake up thinking about me
even though you're not alone
long conversations about any and everything,

convinced, you should, single you bet
My friend doesn't give up... it's evident
agreeing to go only if I can do the daily grind
replacing love with work, or love is work? nevermind