Hey, I've stayed up this late,
to think back on those times,
about those Kennedy songs where birds found home,
and the M83 ones in which you were a king,
Hey, here I am thinking about the 'now',
and this might be my last verse for you,
because I'm not as torn as I want to be,
and honestly I really do want to be torn,
I know pain when I watch my chest being cut open,
the memories squeezing all the love, regret and shame out,
Hey, I had that look of longing and pain,
when I heard a song about finding someone like you,
everything blurred out and people became faces,
and in this circus I made empty promises to myself,
In that moment of chaos and silence came a sense of clarity,
I learned that pain is felt in the knowing of one's worth,
When what you expect is reduced to knowing what you deserve,
Hey, I know your love is what I deserved,
You gave me nothing less and nothing that I didn't need,
What was, is what is, and what should have been, is what was,
I watch my life run past me begging me to wake me up,
I hear it and yet deny it, how juvenile,
Hey wake up! Are you listening soul?
When do we stop trying?
