sat-rday it’s two a.m.
i think i’ll call you up again
and all we ever talk about is the weather.
it seems that all this small talk’s killing me
so i might just go to sleep
and maybe dream of something better.
staring at this photograph
it’s funny how it takes you back to a time
when everything seemed easier.
coffee in the morning time
cause i can never sleep at night
thoughts of this only make it linger.