The city sleeps,
So the postage is slow,
I wrote my thoughts, my feelings and my insecurities,
The clock ticking on the wall is the worst tease.
I sit and wait and anxiously my fists seize.
The city sleeps
And she's wide awake,
2:14am, its already a new day.
Is she confused? Did she know all along?
did my smile that I tried hide with a smirk,
Only tell her I was a selfish jerk?
They called me out, asked questions of doubt
What they said was true, I just didn't want it out.
