trying to write at 3 a.m. and nothing’s coming to me
i’m way past my deadline and i’m running on empty
but you’ve been in my thoughts for the past seven hours
lingering, refusing to move on from these ugly memories of ours
i’m wasting my time, wasting my time.
you are so unfair, but when have you never been?
when everything you’d do was an act of demean,
and here i am, thinking about you,
but i know i’m just wasting my time,
wasting my time