The daily routine begins before seven
How Sunday in your arms remains a distant Heaven
Patiently waiting for the day to be done
and then in your arms I can run
and even though our time has had its troubles
making things stress and taut
I always find myself back in your
presence wanting to be caught
Will be the one that saves me from this tedium
for breaking down and breaking up is all we seem to do
How I long for a happy medium
to share myself with you.
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