"Weekend Relief"
Have to wean myself off of you
Slowly, not all at once
So I may leave on Sunday
And have no regrets
Of leaving you behind
With things of mine
I’ve left for you to find
But by that Friday
That special day, baby
If I were a cat
You’d have to spay me
Because of things in my brain
That I’m thinkin’ of and dreaming of
But is that so bad
I’m your boyfriend, not your dad
Just because I think one way
Doesn’t mean I can’t respect you
In the same aspect of cognition
Considering I’m not the frisky type
To begin with, I’m more like
The quiet eye-straining guy
But you know this
How dumb am I?
Miss you even when I’m with you
Sucks, don’t it? Among other things
Love you more each time I see you
Kind of infrequent visits make me
Realize what I have and I’m
So gracious and appreciative of that
One last word before you bank
Your money on another: Thanks.
