Signs

In the morning

When I get up

I get dressed

And I go

I think of how

You’d kiss me

Tell me

“Baby, please be careful

Be careful”

What kind of warning was that?
What kind of mornings were they?

I don’t think I could go back

I don’t think you could behave

My greatest fear

Was that you’d

Wake up someday

Tell me to go

Oh how the tables

Turned when I

Went through your

Stupid cell phone

What kind of morning was that?
Oh the warnings you gave…

I don’t think I can go back

I don’t think you can behave

Hire me!