And I'm sorry I don't pick up your calls anymore.
But I don't know if I exist.
Because it feels like 4 am again but it's only 10:30.
And my heart is beating like the ghosts that aren't real.
But when I put my headphones in and hide away it feels like I'm existing again.
Like when I was with you.
The only reality I'll ever miss was the one with the view.
The one right next door,
Down the street, around the corner,
Past the Safeway that has a Starbucks across the street.
Even though there's a Starbucks inside.
That's one I miss.
Because right now it's 4 am but it feels a lot like the mornings on my days off.