Feeling Neglected

Five days a week

i go to sleep at dawn,

and feel alone although you're warm.

oh what way did i take to come to this place?

Halfway home

and ready to drag it out

because this slowing down

suits me.

Five days a week,

i drive you home from work

and see the way

your face is marked with fatigue.

fatigue suits me.

And i'm feeling neglected anyway.

it's the reason i'm leaving you.