It's 2:04 am and you're on my mind again, I miss your stupid hands on my stupid back when you kissed me with the same stupid lips that wanted nothing more than a second chance which was wasted in haste and you left and seem so fine, so happy now so what the hell were we and who the hell was I and when the hell did things become so complicated? When did tired eyes and late night talks turn into me wondering over and over again what I did wrong? You said you liked my eyes and my music and my plants and so they remind me of you and now my plants are dead and that music keeps playing but I am alone and my eyes are drooping and dry and you are so unaware.