I'd much rather sleep with you

Oh three in the morning
You're always so boring

I look at the ceiling
My heart bleeds feeling

My thoughts are wondering
My mind is pondering

Oh, to be Romeo's secret
how my heart would race quite frequent

I would be his worst mistake
Because our love would be quite fake

For you were meant for Juliet
And i was meant for just one set

I'll fall off fast
And wake aghast

I'm not his secret
This happens quite frequent

I look at my clock
I feel so mocked

Oh, three a.m
We shouldn't met like this

I'd much rather sleep with you