I keep waiting for it to be gone
And it still isn't
So I try to ignore it
But my brain keeps pulling my eyes to it
Just there, on the other side of the door
When will this be gone? When will I not want it?
I check again
Of course it's still there
Maybe it's always going to be there
Long after any hope of it still being good
It's going to be there, taunting me
Fred, eat your hummus that's in the staff fridge
It's been like a month, come on
