3 am

It’s 3am, I’ve woken up, on your side of the bed

Now I can’t get the thought of you, out of my messed up head

Well I thought I’d come to terms with us, well, I haven’t, there’s no such luck

I dreamt of you, it woke me up, then hit me like a truck

And now I’ll lie awake, and wonder whether you miss me

I’ll torture myself about this, probably for all eternity

I miss your arms around me, and your pretty head upon my chest

The pleasure of your delicate skin, when we’re lying here undressed

Your touch, your kisses, I miss them all, it’s true

It’s 3am, I’m tired, but all I can think about is you


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