You don’t belong to me, you never have

But those days and nights are mine

Say I am selfish, say I am this or am that

Torn between going in peace and fighting for you

She has had you, but when you are here, you’re mine

The early mornings belong to me, but she has you at night

I could just ask you of what you want

But this would be too complicated

Should I? Would it lead anywhere?

Would it lead you back to her

Would she have you during the early mornings?