I'm sitting here in bed staring out my window.
I'm awake but I don't want to be.

I've got him and a song running through my head.
Wondering if he ever thinks like this about me.

Maybe once.

It would mean everything if he did.

I just want to be who he thinks of when he hears a love song because he's all that appears for me.

I'm smoking **** hoping it will make me tired enough to go back to bed.
I don't want to be awake in the cover of night time anymore.

I just turned on that song and lit a cigarette. I think after it's done I'll lay down again.