Over you

I wake up every evening, with a big smile on my face. And it never feels out of place. You’ve been focusing on your job, and working through the day, and evidently, you thought that left no time for us. I think you’ve got it pretty rough, to be honest.

And, when you think about it, it’s kinda funny. We hang with the same crowd, and every day you’re forced to see my face. And, you know what? I hope it gives you hell! I hope it gives you hell whenever you walk my way!

And how is your plan working out, anyway? Where’s your picket fence, and that shiny car? And did it ever get you far?

And, truth be told, I miss you… And, truth be told… I’m lying! When you find a man who’s worth a damn and treats you well… Then he’s a fool, you’re just as well… Hope it gives you hell!

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