4 : 03

It's 3am, there's a battle in my head and a weight on my chest.
So I pick up a pen and try to write another melancholy note again.

But my thoughts are like sirens in the city,
that come and go and echo through the streets.

When the sound fades, slowly dissipates,
I come back to reality. It's already 4:03

Dawn breaks and I unwillingly go and procrastinate.
Maybe I'll watch a cartoon but the power dies as I walk in the room.

So I sit and stare blankly at the TV screen, and pictures start appearing on the Tube.
And just as I'm about to pen it down, my phone gives a shout.

So please tell me why, I can't write a song tonight.
My mind's between you and all the things my life seems to be going through.
And all I want to say is,
Baby I love you.

So I get up, I get dressed, I get ready, for a night on the town.
We meet, we dance, we sing, decide to get lost until we are found.
And at the end of the night I'll take you home,
and I'll sing you one of my silly songs.

Please tell me why, I can't write a song tonight.
My thought's are consumed by strategic plans of how to spend more time with you.
Cause Baby,
I love you.