It’s cold and I’m alone
You said you were crying
But I’d never told you about that times I’ve cried over you
And you’re warm
And your ams around me made everything okay
And a few hours ago I wanted to tell my friend I loved you
And it’s 12:49 am
And all of my friends are asleep
And I’m sitting here cold and alone
And I want somebody who fights for me, who would do anything for me. I want somebody to be decisive about me.
I want you to be that for me.
That’s all I wanted.
Why don’t you get that.
And now it’s 12:50.
And my eyes hurt and my fingers hurt and my visions blurred.
But it would be okay if you held be close.
It would be okay. I could be okay.
And I’ll be okay and you’ll meet a pretty girl.
One who isn’t sad and over dramatic and troubled and evidently not enough to make you want to stay.