I wrote this on the night of my 13th b-day, so that would explain the title. I just found it the other day with some old school papers lol
I can't really say
Why it feels so quiet,
Why it feels so still
Maybe just 'cause the fan is off,
Or some other kind of distraction
But I never got around to say goodnight to you
And that's making me feel sick
It's midnight, but I'm wide awake,
Still staring at the screen of a computer,
Just hoping seven A.M. will come soon
So I can call you
The alarm isn't ready,
But are you?
'Cause I want to talk to you so bad
I want to know what's really wrong
All I know is these five empty bottles
Don't take away the pain
My body lies here, stiff and numb,
Filthy intoxication
But my heart is heavier
And I know I've held your hand- I still do,
But it's gotten colder
All of the warmth once there
Has twisted and turned into frigid misunderstanding,
Into desparate words to fill up emptiness,
Words that don't mean a thing
And have stripped me of my innocence
And I mean, come on,
Haven't you noticed this distance between us?
A distance where our love once was
It's one 'o' clock and I'm crying now
I need to tell you I still love you
Are you listening?
Please stop running,
Please don't hang up again
I'm hung over on sadness
And I need you here
The alarm isn't ready,
But are you?
