It's 3am, I've woken up, on your side of the bed
Now I can't get the thought of you, out of my messed up head
Well I thought I'd come to terms with us, well, I haven't, there's no such luck
I dreamt of you, it woke me up, then hit me like a truck
And now I'll lie awake, and wonder whether you miss me
I'll torture myself about this, probably for all eternity
I miss your arms around me, and your pretty head upon my chest
The pleasure of your delicate skin, when we're lying here undressed
Your touch, your kisses, I miss them all, it's true
It's 3am, I'm tired, but all I can think about is you
