Three in the morning, wide awake
Sanity's at stake
My kitchen is green and I have baked
A million cakes
All of my thoughts lead back to you
And your witches' brew
Stuck like a record I refuse
To play something new
Still, I'm drawn to the past like a moth to the light
But our love's passé
Still, I wake up to the same stupid thought
That there might be a chance you'd stay
Four in the morning, wide awake
Time to conversate
Talking to myself, I debate
Whether it's too late
Craving for closure I can't find
I'm still wasting my time
Rolling a stone up mountains high
Endless, useless fight
Still, I'm drawn to the past like a moth to the light
But our love's passé
Still, I wake up to the same stupid thought
That there might be a chance you'd stay
Still, I'm drawn to the past like a moth to the light
But our love's passé
Still, I wake up to the same stupid thought
That there might be a chance you'd stay
Craving
Hating
Waiting
I'm wasting my time
Loving
Loving you