It's 1:52, and thats entirely too soon.
I've barely just had lunch and I'm already thinking about you.
Like, what did you do, or what could you have said,
What is it about you that keeps your words in my head.
When have you ever spoken to me with words actually true?
And when have those same words ever kept me from feeling blue?
I rewind each memory, and scan for more clues.
I get lost in my thoughts, but my thoughts I want to lose.
They consume me as I choke, the truths a big pill to swallow,
Though my fears may truly bite, I want to live to see tomorrow.
I'm always looking for the next day, since new days await change,
But instead of growing closer, you seem farther out of range.
I have so many doubts, they collect more than just my time.
They strip me of my worth, for every penny and every dime.
Maybe this is why so early, I must begin to think of you.
Maybe this is why you enter my mind at 1:52.
