about 4 AM
it's always about 4 am
you feel the last
drops of night
being squeezed
before the dawn
you wish not yet
to come
the lonely confessions
you read on the sad
YouTube comments
of the slowed songs
made very long ago
you are afraid to go
to sleep, feeling like
a cocoon, that won't
become anything
because there's
nothing inside
you feel the last
drops of night
being squeezed
before the dawn
you wish not yet
to come
the lonely confessions
you read on the sad
YouTube comments
of the slowed songs
made very long ago
you are afraid to go
to sleep, feeling like
a cocoon, that won't
become anything
because there's
nothing inside