its funny how now for me,
my night is just beginning,
and you’re probably fast asleep.
i think back to that feeling
of being the only two people in the world.
its only two am,
and you are my only friend.
the emptiness always went away with you.

its funny how i never imagined
the impact one night could have on me,
the ties i’d feel,
and know that there was something real.
something with meaning,
in this meaningless nightmare i’m living.

its funny how in the here and now
i feel so far away from myself.
the numbness that you made fade,
it laughs at our friendship façade.
and all i can think is,
could i have been better off
without you in my life?
bringing me internal strife.

oh how hysterical,
oh how hysterical you have made me.
crying and laughing,
my head in my hands,
drowning away the emptiness until
i forget i ever wanted you to stay.
we are hysteria.
this is what you do to me.
don't you find it hysterical?

its funny how for me,
my night is never ending,
and you’re probably getting a sunrise.
and all i can think of is
perfect eyes,
crazy smile,
and fearless friendship.
that all came crumbling down,
and i don't even know how.