My favorite time used to be 2:03 am
The time were the moon glowed through the trees
And the time he felt love for me
He used to ****** my thoughts,
Captivate my emotions,
And build my future
At 2:03 am

But as much as I loved 2:03 am I couldn’t love it forever.
Because sometimes at 2:03 am the moon didn’t shine through the trees
And sometimes at 2:03 am he didn’t love me

The happiness I got from 2:03 now brought me misery
But I held on to it
Held on the 2:03 am I used to knowing,
Never wanting to let it go

Everything changed about 2:03 am
It became a time for pity,
A time for wishing things would change to how they used to be

2:03 am became a part of me.
A part of me I wanted to give up,
But I didn’t have the strength

I spent so much time inundated in 2:03 am
That I didn’t notice

It was 2:05,
And that I completely missed out on
2:04 am.

I wear my heart on my sleeve with a jacket over it.
It's hard to be in sleeves when it's cold out, but even harder when it's not.

Hang up the coat, and someone else is waiting to give you theirs.

Because no one cares how many goosebumps you have on your arms, they'll tell you if you're cold to just wear a jacket.

But I'm cold with my jacket.

Nothing is guaranteed in your future.
The only thing guaranteed is your present.
And how you feel in the present is how you feel about your future.
But the problem with this is how you feel in the present isn't always how you feel in the future.
And the present is ever changing, as well as your future.

Love the person who loved you second the most

Whether you stay together or not.

Because nothing is worse than your first heartbreak.

They saw you at your absolute worst

when you experienced true pain for the first time.

And they still loved you.

They loved you when you didn't love yourself

When you couldn't love yourself.

And if a third love came along,

they loved you until you could love yourself.

Books have an end.
Songs have an end.
We buy new tires,
new homes,
renew inspections and insurances.
We buy new milk and eggs every other week.

But you and I are supposed to last forever?