It's funny, how you're in my head.

It's 3 am, and

I'm still writing your song,

I got the music written

but the words are all wrong

4 am now, and

It seems like all my hope has disappeared.

Why is it, that I feel

So alive when you are here

5 am and I should be asleep, but

All that I have is

Nothing I want to keep.

You're asleep

While I'm wracking my brain,

Trying to figure out

The perfect thing to say.

6 am, and the night is long gone,

The world is awakening, and

I'm still writing your song.

Everything seemed okay,

But that one little line,

I've revised it,

Over a million times

8 am, I tumbled in my dreams

Trying to keep my sanity clean.

My inner writer keeps in check,

All of the things I've left.

It's a quarter past 9, and

My brain has fluttered

In and out of rest.

I dream of you, because if I didn't

I'd be miserable, at best.

I've come to think,

That a life without you,

Isn't a life at all.