I am thinking of you.

In this scruffy little place
As just another nutty case
I hear so much,
I hear it all.
Some screaming in my head
And some I think outside
Sirens of the fire trucks and the overwhelming police car lights
It's 2 a.m. And I am thinking of you.

'Too little to be bothered about,
Too insignificant in the grand scheme'
I've heard it all too much
I've become a victim at ease
'a grain of sand in an ocean of the desert'

'moments are real, your worry a devil
Yet I feel I feel a little too much
It's 2 a.m. And I am thinking of you.

They won't accept it
Neither will they deny

my insanity is not so insane

 my words are not that lame

I am a failure still, I think I will always be
So I keep my head down,
say yes to what they ask
I stay the dirty little rebel I've been cursed to be
I lie to them for them to be at peace
It's 2 a.m. And I keep thinking.

There's not much my head can do
Not much I expect it to be
At the back of it, there's always you

at the front there too.
In the centre it feels hollower than ever

but I feel like you're there too.
It's 2 a.m. And I am thinking of you

Fa