Facing the cash machine

Pin-code, password, enter, enter, enter. Come on, love, don't be sullen. I need access, to my life, it's not personal, it's my life, don't forget who decided the pin-code in the first place, you wouldn't know what to ask for, if I hadn't told you, December 06, I made certain accounts, and closed some, remember? It's a little embarrassing with the line behind me, a dog keeps sniffing at my legs, excited, proud? I might be a good catching, if you forgot about December 06, of course you haven't, no one ever will, there it is, your sigh! The little friendly sound I long for every time I need access to my life.