Youngblood.

"Surrender my everything 'cause you made me believe you're mine."

I wake up, you're not next to me. My bed is empty and cold.
You're the first that I think about when I open my eyes.
You were the last thing I thought about last night before I fell asleep.
I grab my phone and there are about a hundred missed calls from you.
You were probably drunk. Now you always are.
I make my way out of bed and into the shower.
On the drive to work I look outside my window hoping to see your face among all those people.
But I don't.
We're young.
But that doesn't mean we can't be in love.