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.