Midnight Hour
I called your name in the midnight hour
actually wishing that you were with me
only to let you actually come back on your own time
into not what I need you to be
Someone else on your brain
Me uncaring to share your pain
Making me feel hot then cold
Making what was already years and years ago seem older than old
In other words
I don't need to explain anything to you
In other words
I don't care if my words get through
Because now I call someone else's name
In my midnight hour
I am glad you went through what you did
But its still not much compared to me
Once again I am placed in the middle
While ones like you go from hard to super easy
I don't really care if I ever see your face again
And that came from once up a time wanting to marry you
Imagine how it would have been
If for someone unworthy, I'd have actually stayed true
In other words
I don't need to explain anything to you
In other words
I don't care if my words get through
Because now I call someone else's name
In my midnight hour
I care for you
Yet your no more whom my time cares to do.
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