Late Nights
Around this time of night is when I would usually be
Convincing myself not to call a man who is no good for me
I once romanticized sleep
Because it meant eight hours
Without constant reminders of you
But even with eyes closed, you infected my dreams
With happy memories I knew from then on I’d be without
But in these weeks apart
I realize that, in truth, I romanticized you
Because you distracted me
From the emptiness I’d refused to deal with
With happy memories I knew from then on I’d be without
But in these weeks apart
I realize that, in truth, I romanticized you
Because you distracted me
From the emptiness I’d refused to deal with
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