Your Diary
Sundial
Two am, Friday night Another pointless fight On your throne, all alone Please get off your phone You agree to disagree What do you want from me? Two am, high on pride Please don’t leave tonight When I wake up in the morning I’ll need you When I’m tired in the evening I’ll need you All the times that you were right I was blind so I would fight All the times that I would cry I wanted you to hold me tight Cause I need you