my 3 am thoughts wander the night and find you,
but then i realize that your love was never mine
but to that girl who are your 3 am thoughts
And who you now tell that you've been waiting for her
since the crack of dawn to the break of day
because i'm sitting here in the pouring rain
and you don't even seem to take notice
because while your saying those i miss yous and i love yous to her
i think about the time when those i miss yous and i love yous once belonged to me
And that they slipped like water through my fingers
the empty spaces between my fingers
linger where yours use to fill
and fit so perfectly like puzzle pieces
because i'm still stuck on you
coming on to day two, soon comes week three
after that month four, when will this torture end
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
my 3 am thoughts wander the night and find you,
but then i realize that your love was never mine
but to that girl who are your 3 am thoughts
And who you now tell that you've been waiting for her
since the crack of dawn to the break of day
because i'm sitting here in the pouring rain
and you don't even seem to take notice
because while your saying those i miss yous and i love yous to her
i think about the time when those i miss yous and i love yous once belonged to me
And that they slipped like water through my fingers
the empty spaces between my fingers
linger where yours use to fill
and fit so perfectly like puzzle pieces
because i'm still stuck on you
coming on to day two, soon comes week three
after that month four, when will this torture end
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