Took a look at the old watch,
And the posters to cover the scratched wall,
Thinking about you, waiting for you,
The sky was never this blue, you never gave a clue.
But I waited till 2 am, you were five minutes late,
I was their, but hid behind the slides,
Not wanting to seem desperate.

I tried not to fall for you,
But you were a 60 feet deep grave,
Filling my soul with pain but keeping me at peace.
I'll tell you to run, but you think you're not the one.
You'll give me everything, but without a name.
We'll think about it, when I'm sane,
At 2 am.


© ladybird