After hours,
The clock ticks on you leave my side and I know that if I wait to hear from you – its my own choice
I can change my number – change my name and no longer sit waiting that you will find me.
Because that way – if you don’t I can say its my choice
But I stay open and here for you to see, I know you can always reach for me
…but you don’t
After hours,
It’s not my time, and the way it looks may never be
And I suppose that’s not my choice, but I don’t have a choice in the matter…as you have shown me
It’s not about what I want…never was.
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