Killing Time
Looking out my office window
The sun is shinning
The sky is blue
Forgive me if I daydream
A little over you
My work piles up
Time slips by
Nothing gets done
I've lost my drive
Why worry about tomorrow
When I have today
I'll let my future self
Regret this lazy day
The clock strikes five
I was ready at three
I'm out the door
Feeling free
I call your number
But you got overtime
So I sit home alone
Just killing time.
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2014
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