I’d better go

by joetwo

What am I still doing here

A quarter past the hour

If I was milk still in the fridge

I bet I would be sour

I should be gone, at home in bed

Oh why do I remain?

If I spend one more late night

I’d bet I’d go insane

I’m not working, on this night

And this I really know

For my soul and peace of mind

I think I’d better go