Violet Greens - Late Night Conversations

Three in the morning, wide awake
Sanity’s at stake
My kitchen is green and I have baked
A million cakes

All of my thoughts lead back to you
And your witches’ brew
Stuck like a record I refuse
To play something new

Still, I’m drawn to the past like a moth to the light
But our love’s passé
Still, I wake up to the same stupid thought
That there might be a chance you’d stay

Four in the morning, wide awake
Time to conversate
Talking to myself, I debate
Whether it’s too late

Craving for closure I can’t find
I’m still wasting my time
Rolling a stone up mountains high
Endless, useless fight

Still, I’m drawn to the past like a moth to the light
But our love’s passé
Still, I wake up to the same stupid thought
That there might be a chance you’d stay

Still, I’m drawn to the past like a moth to the light
But our love’s passé
Still, I wake up to the same stupid thought
That there might be a chance you’d stay

Craving
Hating
Waiting
I’m wasting my time
Loving
Loving you

Written by:
Daniela Hertje

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