3:27am

it’s 3am and i can’t sleep again and this cigarette tastes like ashes and for some reason every song i listened to tonight reminded me of you

but you’re a mystery to me and i want to ask you a million question to get to know you but when i open my mouth to ask all the words stumble out wrong

i don’t like the way you make me feel but there is something about that i can’t shake and i’m hopelessly hopeful that maybe you’ll open up to me