it's four in the morning,
and i'm thinking of you.
the song we used to listen to when we were on the phone is playing.
the words blast through my headphones,
but all i hear is your laugh.
when you'd laugh at me for choking up.

"sorry, shawn mendes always makes me sad."

it's four in the morning
and i'm missing you arms around me.
you only held me once, but it was for a few hours.
we were at your hotel after your stupid show.
the first and last one i went to.
i told you that you should go meet your fans,
but you shook your head.

"i want to hold you."

"why?"

"what if i never see you again?"

i almost laughed at you.
how you thought i'd never see you again.

but over a year later, here i am.

it's four in the morning
and i miss you more than ever.