Routine

Everyday at 10 o' clock, you turn the bedside light off
I close the blinds, finish a thought
We moan until we get off
And in the morning, in the morning we don't sleep in
Get up go to our desk jobs
Desk jobs

Each day the same and I've lost my mind
Computer break me, maybe the thing amiss is a thing to fix

I work, I watch the day pass
I call you up on the way back
The routine, I say I'll cook if you clean
The routine, I cook

You drape a dish rag across your back
Your body as a drying rack
Your body as a drying rack, something to be used

I'll plant a kiss behind each knee
Your body as something to be loved
Your body as something to be loved by me



Credits
Writer(s): Kati Malison
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