it's 1am and i don't know what to do with myself anymore
as i sit here on my couch listening to the same song on repeat that makes me think of you
and i'm desperately grasping the air in an attempt to reach out to you
but i keep forgetting that you aren't there and never will be.

it's 1am and all i want is you, and i want the butterflies you gave me to fill every lining
of my veins and stomach again like they used to, but they aren't coming back and i know
why.

it's 1am and that cage of a heart i have is no longer fluttering but instead hanging
dead still in my chest, and i just hope that i will not do anything stupid to provoke it
to swing in any which direction because right now no swinging is best of all.

when your heart stops swinging, when the bird stops singing, there is a sort of comfort.

it's 1 am and i have become comfortably numb.