My beloved, procrastination
Your ever enchanting chorus of
there's always tomorrow
delightfully haunts my brain.
My dear, procrastination
Your lullabies of sweet nothing invade my ears
as your sounds entrance I begin to forget
and slowly everything of importance will vanish.
My darling, procrastination
Your siren song traps me in a never ending cycle
as your lovely arms wrap around my neck
and welcome me to bed at four o'clock in the afternoon.
My sweet, procrastination
I find you lurking in one too many seasons of a show
as my eyes become red and shadows sink in
and honestly our relationship is getting rather dull.
I fear you have taken a liking to my depression
and I am not sure how to rid you from my home
You have buried yourself deep into my heart
but please, Procrastination you must go.