Pull on a hoodie for moral support
An empty pack of gum in the trash
Meeting outside, yearning for more
Although she keeps saying it's the last
She keeps going there, the place by the gate
Where her faceless companion sits
Exactly 3:00, she would never be late
She calls him her happiness
Notes passed at night, the moon above them
Mentally sharing the sweetest kiss
Slipped under the fence, "Dear 3:00 AM"
"We have to stop meeting like this"
They talk until daylight, note cards and sighs
They don't know each other's faces
Until the day that they give up and rise
They will remain hopeless and faithless