6 a.m. has never been so lonely
Just me and the compartments inside my head
The gears all spinning much to fast
Sanity has fled
There was once a time the early morning was my best friend
And you were my lover
We would sit there at 5:30
3 hours apart, yet together at heart
Minds joined by a telephone
I would dim the lights in the living room
Kill the tv
It was just you and me
And we would talk about death, life.. And everything in between
You would read to me from your text book
So close to falling asleep
But when I would try to let you go
"No, baby please!"
I would stare at my clock
I begged the numbers not to change
There was no price I wouldn't pay
Not a thing I wouldn't trade
I wanted to stay like this forever
But I knew the end was near
There were longer pauses in your lines
I was fighting back the tears
"Just 12 more days." You would say
"I can hardly wait"
"I can't keep my eyes open"
"It's getting pretty late"
I would hang up the phone after exchanging goodbyes
I thought it would be easier but it was harder every time
I honestly still feel it as I write
As I draw out these lines
But the sadness is never as difficult
As it was to turn out those already dimmed lights.
