Sitting here
During lunch
Sipping on my drink
It's fuit punch
Waiting for my cue
To get back to work
Theres alot to do
Sleepy but alive
I can't wait to leave
I go home at five
Going to your house
Laying on your welcome mat
The door hit me in the face
Your father chased me with a bat
I ran in the slowest pace
Finally I got home
Blinded by the headlights
I knew I wasn't alone
When I regained my sight
I found out it was you.

by Victor Osorio

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