It’s three in the morning,
You’re all I can think of.
I wasted half a lifetime not thinking of you
I wasted so much time.

I wrote the wrong poems
Sang the wrong songs
I dreamed the wrong dreams,
The wrong stupid daydreams.
I wished the wrong wishes
I wanted the wrong kisses
I wanted everything that was wrong
Now nothing is right.

How can I put it?
You’re gone.
I’m seventeen, short, smart,
But now I seem so stupid.
It’s been three years,
I’ve been confused.
It’s three a.m. and I’m trying to pt things in order.
Things could have turned out so differently.

I lost a good hand,
I bit my own tongue.
A prisoner of cowardice,
A better player won.
I’ve been thinking it over for three years
And I’m starting to see the truth.
It don’t think that I like you.
I think I may love you.

I’m trying not to be overdramatic
I’m trying to calm down
I’m trying to get over you
I’ve been trying for three years now.
I’ve liked you on and off since I met you.
I’ve thought I liked other boys too.
I thought I liked things, but those things were fake.
I think that I love you.

I wrote the wrong poems, sang the wrong songs,
Saw everything the right way,
Now everything is wrong.
Everything goes up in a puff of smoke
Forgotten faces fade.
I will try to move on but I don’t think I’ll forget
That I wrote that I loved you today.