Two A.M.
I'm not alone,
but I can't sleep.
I need a bed like I've got.
she needs me bad,
just to hold her.
I make a pallet on the sofa.
I don't sleep.
I can hear her breathing,
but I'm not.
Cause tomorrow will pass,
sooner or later
and we wont be able to fix what we've done.

Six A.M.
The darkness passing.
There's still a shadow all around.
I get dressed, when the sun is rising,
but I don't make a sound,
not a word is spoken,
and I only risk one small glance,
in her direction.
Her eyes say
"This isn't a day for talking."
so I keep my head down.

Seven Thirty
Bumper to bumper
the radio provides a mild distraction
for the burden she's got,
and I tried to be the one,
that voice of reason,
but you see how far that got-

-Right down to Brooklyn
to a dirty parking lot-

I try one more time,
to give her a reason.
"I know you are something special,
and I can be something special too,
don't you think we can do the right thing?"

She looks away,
far out the window
mumbles something I don't catch,
opens the car door
and walks away.
I follow after, into that building
and my heart stops.

They call her name,
an hour later,
she tells me to wait
in the parking lot.
I drink some diet soda
and smoke all of them that I've got.

Eleven Thirty
She emerges,
there's something less about her,
but she smiles.

On the way,
to her apartment
she talks, she laughs,
throws her hair over her shoulder
and says she loves me through pearly whites.
I just nod,
check my reflection,
hoping it doesn't sell me out.

I drop her off,
and head to momma's,
but I don't get out.
I'm too busy crying in the parking lot.

Two A.M.
Three years later.
I'm alone,
but I can't sleep,
not even in my bed.