4am

It's four AM

I can't sleep (I can't sleep)

I try to care about myself

But really (But really)

I feel like a fuckin' freak

I can't let go of anything

And though I try

You come back to me in my mind

And I wish I was free

From feelin' these moments when you were kind to me

Your skin, so rough

Yet so full of energy

Your lips

Smell of American Spirits

I miss you

I miss you

I miss you