I’d come home to an empty house
Filled with colours of my soul
I’d unload my baggy clothes
Wherever i could, on the floor
And i’d wait, for my door bell to ring
Dinner’s served, fit for a king
A little tv, now that’s my thing…
Give me this, everyday
A little bliss, if you may
Just for an hour or two, let me live life...
The single way
The single way
I’d go to bed at 3 am
After watching all 12 episodes
Late for work, yet again
Making excuses, never grew old
And i’d wait, for the weekend to come
Making plans, that would come undone
Doing nothing, was always so much more fun
Give me this, everyday
A little bliss, if you may
Just for an hour or two, let me live life...
The single way
The single way
The single way
Copyright (C) Deepa Seshadri 2016
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