Denim jeans, Satin dress

2 a.m.

Sad boy, they say you have potential

Reading French poetry

Walking in large jeans, being sensational

At home I always feel so alone

But I promise if you send for them

They'll come as fast and put myself to sleep:

Bright fever of colored thoughts

Reminiscing memories of bygone faults

Feeling the blues - Ink on paper

And foamy waves from the sea

Fading shades of daylight sky

Ocean's blue breeze in Portree

Even though I choose to stay inside

Say you'll be by my side

We shared every little secrets

Some you must have long forget

But I know no matter the distance between us

Sad boy somehow smiled in the ride back by bus

3 a.m. on the lockscreen 

Back from the bad trip, meaningful tatoo on itchy skin

My words I scratch for them -2 a.m.- on the paper

I wish I knew the bond was to never be severed.

Now

The car races down the highway

Of curving roads up Bodega bay

An expanse of sea in-between

Will it matter still out of our teen?

One day, I promise, I will paint this page green

Wishing 2 a.m. never slipped away

And say to both of you "stay"