What Fits Like a Glove

Downstairs the people stay up

Tiresome but it does fit the job

Soon I’ll be heading off

But you are a satellite

You can’t change your mind

The first one in line isn’t hard to get by

We start off at square one

Thinking of what went wrong

What fits like a glove

And strikes like a fist is

Until you see for yourself

And speak on your own behalf cause

There’s no alarm that goes off

Before you slam the door

To even up the score

I don’t feel a thing when your fall turns to spring

Magic can only be

Practiced after practicing

What fits like a glove

And strikes like a fist is

Love