it's half past midnight
and i'm still wide awake
i can't seem to remember
how much time it takes
for me to fall into slumber
through the dead of night
without your number
waking up my phone
before we doze off
and sleep tight

it just doesn't feel right

it's 1 am and i'm missing you
sitting here and wondering
if you ever miss me too

he always had a lot to say
babble on for hours

but maybe, it's because
he was always longing for
someone to talk to

so, when given the chance
he would not make waste of it
and would use the opportunity
as if it was his last, always

sitting in silence
behind the darkness of the night

how long has it been since we talked?
4? 5? 6 days? i don't know anymore
because any amount of time spent
not talking to you feels like
an eternity of loneliness

sitting in silence
behind the darkness of the night

how long has it been?
since i last got a message from you?
4? 5? 6 da--

beep

wait
i know that sound
could it possibly be?

sitting in silence
behind the darkness of the night

i heard a familiar sound
that makes my heart pound
like how a child receives his first toy
filled with excitement and joy

beep

there it is again
another one perhaps?
should i take a look and see
if it's you, then maybe
maybe it is--

sitting in silence
behind the darkness of the night

no, it wasn't your message
that set my phone off

and so i'm still here

sitting in silence
behind the darkness of the night
waiting for your message
that would play music
and turn on the light