And when it's 1 in the morning, something in you changes and you realize that nothing is going right and you cry and cry you tell yourself to stop and that just makes you cry harder and finally 2 o'clock rolls around and you you can't clutch onto sanity anymore so you grab your old baby blanket instead and you listen to the music that's been playing this whole time and you sit there, all puffy eyes and struggling to breathe normally and you stare at the ceiling until you fall asleep and you know that at 1 in the morning tomorrow the same thing will happen again the same way it did before and the only difference will be the clothes you're wearing.
