i lay awake in bed at night wondering how you do you are so far out of my sight i need to start a new
these late night thoughts unravel before me and i scramble to show i don't care but my words speak for my aching soul amidst this lonely air
you have taken a little piece of me of which you may not care but that piece held my naive body together before you took its share
lost in my thoughts of this late summer night the insomniacs stay awake hoping we can survive the solitude of the darkness to then give our heart a break*