It's 12 a.m n all I can Think of is the words you told me the day you left they keep on replaying in my head like my favorite song I know every single word without hesitation or thought. I swear to god I thought I was done with you but who am I kidding? I still remeber they way you sounded when you called me in the middle of the night stuttering like you have a medical problem I know this doesn't rhythm and its probably not good but I just want you to know the thought of you is stuck in my brain the same way dirt get into your fingernails and no matter how much I wanna hate you I know that I could never really mean it.