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Clock says nine, but we're still here,
Neon lights, the night feels near.
Stacks of paper, coffee cold,
Yet your presence feels like gold.
Typing words but lost in thought,
Trying not to get caught.
Side by side, just you and me,
But do you feel the energy?
Maybe it’s just work we share,
But the way you brush your hair,
Makes me think there’s something more,
A story waiting past this door.
Late night overtime, hearts on the line,
Under office lights, you’re shining so bright.
Every stolen glance, every silent sigh,
Tells me this could be more than"hi."
Maybe tonight, maybe somehow,
I’ll find the words, I’ll say them out loud.
Late night overtime, just you and me,
Is this love or fantasy?
Printer hums, the city's still,
But I just wonder how you feel.
Every deadline, every chart,
You’re the highlight in my heart.
Midnight calls and endless mails,
Still your voice, it never pales.
Do you notice? Do you see?
Or am I just lost in a dream?
Maybe it’s just work we share,
But the way you brush your hair,
Makes me think there’s something more,
A story waiting past this door.
Late night overtime, hearts on the line,
Under office lights, you’re shining so bright.
Every stolen glance, every silent sigh,
Tells me this could be more than"hi."
Maybe tonight, maybe somehow,
I’ll find the words, I’ll say them out loud.
Late night overtime, just you and me,
Is this love or fantasy?
Maybe after hours, we’ll take a chance,
No more hiding, no more dance.
Or maybe this stays in the past,
A love that’s never meant to last.
Clock strikes one, time to go,
Still, there’s something you should know.
If tomorrow we meet again,
Would you see me as more than a friend?
