waited up and
it's pass eight o'clock
when you get off
where could you be
this time of night?
After some hours fade
You walk right in
As if I would be sleep
and you won't hear me speak
don't think your excuses
will quiet me down
This became a habit
A couple nights now
been noticing the patterns
if you're not satisfied
there's the door
you can leave
I won't spend none my time
chasing after you
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