You called me pretty
like it was the only thing that mattered,
whispered it through the holes in my bones,
you thought it would fill me up, make me whole.

But its 2 in the morning and the lights are dim;
Baby, it's 2 in the morning, you're right beside me
but I'm thinking of him.

Take me down to the ocean and we could get lost in all the shades of blue you aren't already feeling.