2AM, where do I begin?
Can't get you off my mind again.

How do you continiously do that?
You're incredibly perfect.
You were broken and so we sat,
We talked about how you were worth it.

You told me I was your rock,
I fixed you... Now I think about you.
You were a like broken clock,
Stuck on the time I'm always up in the morning, two.

It was like I was a rock on the beach,
And once you were whole again, you threw me in the sea.
But because to you I didn't preach,
I sunk amongst the waves, one, two, three...

And little is what you knew,
That I needed my rock too.
My rock was you,
But you found somebody new.