Sun goes down
My energy goes up
Time to sleep
And I'm wide awake
I used to stay up talking to you
Now I stay up
And I'm all alone
Me, myself, and I
Doesn't hurt as much anymore
But sometimes
Sometimes I wish that at midnight,
I'd get a text
And it would be you
And we would talk until early hours in the morning
Just like it was last summer.
A lot can change in a year.
People change a lot in a year.
Growing up sucks.
