I was up all night again,
swirling thoughts of you,
maybe on the beach,
Smoking a *** or two,

Our paths keep crossing but at the wrong time,
We just build each other up, and then a sharp decline
Remember that sleeping city, on that Sunday night?
Your credit card and then the morning fright.

You can't deny it,  we've always known,
feelings looming but they have grown
again
One day our time will come, it's written on our gravestone