5am

It's nearly 5am, the sun is starting to rise My eyes are slowly closing on me Clearly I'm getting tired, it's too early to go to sleep, it's too early to stay awake, I'm starting to think I might miss you I know it's fake, you were a mistake, I remember when we were together, we'd wake up around this time, we'd put something stupid on the TV and you'd pull me in real tight It's nearly June again, my favourite time of the year, and of course you had to ruin it, it's a symbol of when you were here Would it hurt you that bad to listen to me when I speak? Would you stop doing that, looking in the mirror while I'm talking I'm glad I left, really I think it was for the best, made me depressed and forget about the night we first met