Doze

It’s so dark.
You’re still on my mind and I’m falling apart.
Listening to my beating heart and the traffic passing the mini mart.
Up all night is starting to feel like a waste.
3 a.m is a lonely place, even for a pretty face.
But the music is sounding bland.
Entertainment is boring when its always on demand.
I’d rather be holding you hand.
Alive in a different land.
Wasn't that the plan?
But I’m up and I’m thinking.
Trying to control my breathing.
The smoke in my lungs is finally leaving.
I just wish I was sleeping.