soft sound
go down,
soft sound.
the late nights,
the even later nights for you.
I sit there with open ears and heavy eyes waiting for my ride,
it's late,
when is it ever on time?
Trying not to cry outside my workplace has become a regular occurrence,
mood going down.
soft sounds,
hard feelings.
I noticed your smile in the reflection of the window,
watching as you do what you do ever so flawlessly,
'That's why ___ is in charge."
Everyone sings your praises,
They groan at mine.
Eyes lost in the moment for too long,
You saw them,
Latching onto me like a date sticker.
This did not help with my spiral.
You waved,
So enthusiastically that for a minute
I had hope,
So I waved back,
Hoping it wasn't so glaringly obvious that the only reasons I agreed to stay this late,
was to see you.
Nothing will go down,
I am just a soft sound,
During your late nights,
Waiting for my car ride.
