It's 2.26 am, and I'm dying to talk to you.
I know, I know.
My sleep schedules ****,
You're worried I'll miss the bus.

It's 2.27 am, and I keep rewriting a text to you:
Hey... No, backspace on that Hey, you up?
Could you sound more desperate?
No luck, because it's 2.28 and you wont reply.

It's 2.29 am and I feel it already,
The regret of staying up too late.
Shouldn't have drunk the coffee,
Shouldn't have had that drink.

It's still 2.29 am, oh no its turned.
I should sleep but when I close my eyes
I think about everything I want to say to you
The way I imagine it all happening in my head.

It's 2.31 am, and I'm so exhausted
I'm so exhausted from chasing after you.
So now I'll go to sleep,
And when I wake up, I'm taking a different route.