its 3:24 am, i cannot shake you from my mind
no matter how hard i try
you are engrained there
and the tears well up in my eyes
like a million tries to get you home
like a million wishes that you would pick up the phone
i cant accept it
like a child who wont be told no
i simply cant let you go
i no longer know if its romantic
platonic, ironic- something
that you should be hurt by me
and in the end
i am hurt by you
"you never meant to"
but you did
oh god you did
sweet revenge is how they spin it
no good bye is how i pin it
and all i want to do is hop in my car
and drive to your house
and see what all the fuss is about