I JUST WROTE A SONG and I think this one is actually good:

It’s half one in the morning

And I’m lying here listening to what you said.

I know it was heat of moment,

But I can’t get those words out my head.

And you make me feel like nothing.

Every time I think of you I’m ashamed.

You know I can’t be a perfect person.

But still I feel you lay on me the blame.

It’s half one in the morning

And I’m lying here listening to what you said.

I know it was heat of moment,

But I can’t get those words out my head.

We’ve hardly said a word and still,

We have come to this conclusion.

I barely know you at all,

Yet you’ve barred me into my seclusion.

It’s half one in the morning

And I’m lying here listening to what you said.

I know it was heat of moment,

But I can’t get those words out my head.

And every time, I close, my eyes.

I see your face.

And when I lift my fingertips,

It’s that I can perfectly trace.

Every line on your skin is a memory,

And one that I will never have seen.

Every moment’s a moment wasted,

We’re too busy counting the moments in between.

It’s half one in the morning

And I’m lying here listening to what you said.

I know it was heat of moment,

But I can’t get those words out my head.

Eh???