When the light turns to dark and the moon rises,
I think of you. It's 2 a.m and I'm thinking about you.
I think about the t-shirt you're sleepling in, your eyes closed, and your messy blonde hair against your pillow.
Oh how I wish I was yours. Oh how I wish you were mine.
Reality is ruining my life. It's 2 a.m and reality is ruining my life.