It's 4 am Monday morning, I'm supposed to be in...
But I'm writing a confusing poem instead...

My friend Adam, has got it going on,
My friend Adam, has got it going on...

Did your heart twist and turn on you?
And did life flash before your eyes...

It's two AM and I'm missing you,
Without you here, there's nothing to do...

Blue light swings to the right,
And red swings to the left...

Hey beautiful, could you let me know what I did?
Because you're looking at me like I'm so stupid...

I always try to find the perfect words to write,
To make a beautiful poem made just for you...

The way their faces curved into a frown,
It made my eyes water and stomach churn...

The streetlights come through your window,
And I adore the blue light shading...

Your buttercup fragrance will never be the same,
It coats my lungs like melted cotton candy...

Hand me a couple pills to pop to kill the pain,
Suffering through this again and again...

Walking down the streets at night,
No f#cking care in the world...