It’s 12:45 in the morning,
                                                and I can’t sleep
                                                because I keep thinking
                                                about the way that you sometimes
look at me.


It’s 5:04 in the morning,
                                                and I still can’t sleep
                                                because I’m still thinking
                                                about how you may never
feel the same about me.


It’s 7:18 in the morning,
                                                and I may never sleep
                                                because I started writing
                                                this stupid poem about how
my chest aches.