Another day of procrastination,
a whole nation living this elation of coming home to relaxation,
which turns into frustration after couple of flotation,
cuz still in the back of the mind the nagging thoughts of our litigation,
plead guilty in front of yourself with the annotation:
I forgot to call my mom, while waiting at the station.
And when she calls you mute her narration.
Shame on you, you’re not even worth that probation.
Another week another accusation. Who called last? Who calls next?
Denial by automation. She is fine! But is she?
I mean its blood relation…
and she is worth a call, at least some quick communication at the station,
while you wait for your freakin bus...
But yet here you are, busy with flirtation, celebration, in your comfort station…
And I know I need to treat you better
Cuz I wish you could live forever, so we could spend more time together