48.
Its 3 am on a Monday night and I have never been so lonely. The coffee is stale in my cup and my thoughts expired two and half hours ago. I am numb, I am dying for attention.
I hate the weather, it makes me want to throw up any happiness I have left in the pit of my stomach.
Its foggy. Its fucking foggy, like any other November night.
The coffee sits, the cup is full, I am empty, the coffee sits and I will be alone for the next six hours. I hate the this weather. My thoughts all start running together. Fogginess. Foggy. Fog, its all the fucking same.
He is 48 blocks away, lighting cigarettes on his porch and watching them burn along with thoughts he has left of me. He is lonely in his loneliness, and I am trying to find another excuse not to think about him. I look, I look, I look … no excuse.
Its 3:34 am on a Monday night and I have never been so lonely. Where the hell is my cream? Or sugar? Anything. I need something, where the hell is the coffee? Where the hell is he?
I hate the lighting in my apartment. Dimmed. Its dimmed like every hopeful thought i have of us.
Its foggy. Its fucking foggy, like any other night I am without you.
I hate the weather, it makes me want to throw up any happiness I have left in the pit of my stomach.
Its foggy. Its fucking foggy, like any other November night.
The coffee sits, the cup is full, I am empty, the coffee sits and I will be alone for the next six hours. I hate the this weather. My thoughts all start running together. Fogginess. Foggy. Fog, its all the fucking same.
He is 48 blocks away, lighting cigarettes on his porch and watching them burn along with thoughts he has left of me. He is lonely in his loneliness, and I am trying to find another excuse not to think about him. I look, I look, I look … no excuse.
Its 3:34 am on a Monday night and I have never been so lonely. Where the hell is my cream? Or sugar? Anything. I need something, where the hell is the coffee? Where the hell is he?
I hate the lighting in my apartment. Dimmed. Its dimmed like every hopeful thought i have of us.
Its foggy. Its fucking foggy, like any other night I am without you.