1:48 a.m.

It's almost two, But i'm still only just one,
I was the one who had the one,
But 13 months went gone and by,
I guess thats overdone.
I could add 1 and 1 and maybe find some one,
But that wouldn't make the feelings undone.
I try to stay cool,
"Yeah how is work and how is school?"
And you go on with talking like i'm some sort of fool.

And you'd be right

The kind that bikes through the night, in the white,
Waiting for your headlights,

But love isn't love I guess,
Even if it feels right.