I have a lot of things going on
My truck is full, no space for a ride along
It’s not that I’d rather be alone
My hands are full, and my bag torn
By the heavy burden that I carry on my own
At the end of the day, I’m always worn
So I get your point but please hold on
When you’re here I wake up late every day
But I got things to do so you can’t stay
If you never come back I’ll be okay
But for now, you need to be on your way
I don’t have the space for more than a lay
I don’t mean to be rude but you’ll just be in my way
I’d love to, but I better keep the distractions at bay
I know I gotta choose between you and making money
And I know you’re gonna say that money cannot love me
The pastor also said that money won’t make me happy
I wonder if he remembers that every time he’s collecting it from me
So forgive me but I have to say this clearly
I know you claim to love me dearly
But I have feelings for you barely
I don’t wanna string you along
Coz my relationship with my work may last too long
I don’t believe that it’s in your arms where I belong
But I also know there’s a chance I could be wrong
So if you really think it’s for my heart that you long
I suggest you hang in there coz the wait might be for long
I can’t promise you how long
But if you love me later
I promise to love you better
To heed no hater
And to care not about the paper
We’ll do everything together
We’ll be together forever
Love me later, and I’ll love you better
Trizah Fay ©2016
*In a perfect world