2:36 A.M.

I thought I was done

Walking outside in the street

But I had thought wrong

I never looked both ways

Never caring if I got hit

But I stay anyways

Maybe I can drink coffee

Yes, good

That'll comfort me

Scolding hot, I sip the roast

Beautiful lovely

I raise my glass for a toast

Here's to broken hearts

Here's to bent promises

Here's to being torn apart

I miss you, you jerk

I miss you alot

I'm still fairly hurt

Good night, good night

I close my eyes

Imagining your arms holding me tight.