Just the 3 a.m. things
when I listen to Taylor Swift and try to write
a love story that I lived,
I keep nodding and shaking my head
Too lost in the music,
Forgetting that I've been sitting here since eight,
Trying to make sense of my memories,
But my words don't read like my own,
They look xeroxed from my favourite novel,
And it's difficult to say it out loud
That I don't have a love story I can write about...
©eos
