Late Hours
Late Hours


Throw a twist and turn into my tale
Ride to this fairytale of ours
A ride to the latest hour
Scar my back with happily ever afters
A gentle reminder of the emptiness on the opposite side
A gentleman never kisses and tells
But I can’t help but notice
Your gentle mirage always seemed to fail
And we all know I’m not the only one
And you don’t even know my name
A haunting groaning every night
That makes you cling to sheets so tight
Begging for a morning that never came
Only mourning and shame