I know, it's four in the morning
and I should be sleeping,
but these thoughts I keep thinking,
they just go on endlessly.
I think about my past
and how I got to where I am,
who I want to be become,
and who I love being with.
I think about how I've grown
and about how my dog has grown
I think of conversations I can't remember the endings to
and I remember the worst parts
of everything too.
I wonder how my distant family is doing
and whether or not they think of me too?
But near the end of this sequence
I always come back to me and you.
So you see, there are things
that keep me up late at night,
it probably would help if I just closed my eyes.