Another 2-3 Months To Go

I got up this morning rubbing my eyes,
I look at the clock, ‘I’m already late’, I say that.
Then as my hand moves below my pillow
My heart hopes and my lips pray, god will it be her.
As my hand brings out my cell phone, it’s disappointment as usual.
And to console my soul, I say, it’s another 2-3 months to go.

I get ready for work and hop on to ride
The music in my ears blast along with throttle of my bike,
I ride along the congested road, watching every pothole,
My head turns left as your lane approach,
And I bang into a car like I just don’t care.
I look around I don’t see your face
And to console my soul, I say, it’s another 2-3 months to go.

I am working on my computer, on a project that got delayed,
I am trying so hard but I just cannot concentrate.
The monitor starts flickering and my eyes stick on to it.
I know my cell phone is about to ring and I just pray who’s it going to be.
And as usual disappointment falls upon to me.
Baby I am waiting my heart cries it out,
And to console my soul, I say, it’s another 2-3 months to go.

Night falls upon to me and now I am about to cry,
I look at myself in the mirror and a question comes to my mind,
Does she even give it a thought or it’s just me in despair?
I laugh at myself; it is all I can do,

And to console my soul, I say, it’s another 2-3 months to go.