You're not my job,
But I'm unemployed without you.
Everyday I wonder what do I do,
After I get back home.
The habit I had of looking you
While falling asleep
Whether right or wrong
What should I do about it?

You're not my job
But I'm unemployed without you.
Everyday I wonder what do I do
After I get back home.
Why did you get stuck?
Should have formed some more.
Should have told me the story,
I would have recited.
You Made me laugh, you made me cry,
Should have tickled me a little,
At last it would have been complete.
Now that you aren't speaking,
I am silent too...
You are incomplete.
I'm incomplete too...
But because you're not my job,
Am I'm unemployed without you,
I will read you one more time
And what's left incomplete,
I will complete that.
Because you're not my job,
But I'm unemployed without you...
© basnett