5 AM. You should be texting 'Good morning.'
But I did not hear even a single ping.
7 AM. You should be asking what I am eating.
It's egg and hotdog, but my phone isn't beeping.
8 AM. You should be telling me 'Go back to work.'
I will, if only I could say 'Sweet dreams', you jerk.
6 PM. You should be asking how my day went.
I am exhausted, you could atleast pretend.
8 PM. You should be wishing me 'Good night'.
You did... in my dreams, by the moonlight.
10 PM. We should be there in our rendezvous.
I am, drinking beer, hoping you are here too.
12 AM. I should be drunk with your kisses on my lips.
Yet I am left with this disgusting drink and swaying hips.
1 AM. You should be taking me somewhere not noisy.
I storm out from that bar solely with my eyes hazy.
3 AM. You should be declaring I am only yours.
I still am, even without your arms pulling me close.
4 AM. You should be taking me home right now.
I can do it alone, but it's never the same somehow.