Tell me how I'm lovely
how I'm your one and only.

Lie to me
and pretend we'll always be.

Hold my hand
and watch us dissolve like sand.

Love me fully
or become my bully.

Either is fine as long as you and I are together
and sure we may fade like leather
but I will love you as long as I can before any of that happens.

One o'clock in the morning just seems to be your hour;
loving, fighting, talking, crying-- all you.
That smug smirk will never leave the face of my clock.
You young thing, you confused old soul,
you're nothing else to anyone, but me.
I hope you realise that.
One o'clock has memories of your face in them,
memories full of lust and sharp words.
Only my memories, only my ears to ear, only my body to touch.
The ones I love, hate you and I hate the ones I love.
I guess you're one of them.