EIGHT O'CLOCK AND YOU HAVE TO GO

I’m tired from borrowing seconds,
I’m tired from breathing someone’s air.
I don’t know If I can spend another person’s morning.
But when you knock at my door, I can’t help but submit.
I surrender to your kiss.

Will I ever see the sun shine between our embrace?
I dare not ask. I do not think. I’m a fool.
And yup, our hearts make us do crazy things.

Until when will I keep up with this?
When I gain freedom,
from you,
from your spell,
from your touch,
from your shadows,
from your smile,
from your heart.

Until then, I’ll be your willing victim.
Until it’s eight o’clock, and you have to go… again.