Waiting

Waking up late, and walking around my house in circles.
Smoke something then walk some more circles.
When time is in my hands
I have a bit more than I know what to do with
I find myself thinking of you.
Of course I work later today, who doesn't work today?
I am looking so forward to tomorrow night.
I like the day, the prospects of the next
But I look most forward to the night, tomorrow night.
Sit at my desk, write some shitty poems with no rhythms
No rhymes are needed at this point, only thoughts
And if I am not the luckiest son of a bitch ever
To be waiting to hear from you,
I'm waiting to hear from you only because it's fun,
While knowing I get to see you tomorrow night.
If I am not the luckiest son of a bitch ever,
Than I am not a damn thing.