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late at night i find myself thinking about you, thats when we'd talk, back when we used to talk. i'll catch myself looking at my phone every few seconds expecting, and hoping that your number might be buzzing, calling my name. I know we'll never work, I'm independent and you need someone to depend on you. even though i know that to be true, i still can't shake the feeling of who you were to me. i miss the feeling and without it there, a void keeps my eyes open and hoping that a buzz will ring out in my ear, wishing that the buzz is you wanting to know whats new. i won't come back, there's no home for me with you, but i'll always hope that one day the buzz will be you.