2:17 AM

2:17…

Still awake.

Still thinking about you.

Two seventeen, I’m staring at the ceiling

Your last message still got me feeling

Like maybe if I wait another minute

You’ll call my phone and say you didn’t mean it

Cold room, blue light on my face

Your name still sitting in the same place

I could delete it,

but I know I won’t I tell myself I’m fine,

but I know I’m not

I don’t miss the fighting

I don’t miss the lies

I just miss the way you

Looked into my eyes

It’s 2:17

AM

And I’m still waiting

For a call that won’t come For a door that won’t open

It’s 2:17

AM

And I’m still breaking

I know you’re gone But my heart keeps hoping

Your side of the bed still feels warm Funny how silence can

sound like a storm

I hear your voice in the back of my head

Saying things we should’ve said I scroll through pictures I should’ve erased

Every memory still carries your face I hate that I know exactly

what I’d do If that screen lit up with a message from

you

I don’t miss the fighting

I don’t miss the lies

I just miss the way you

Looked into my eyes

It’s 2:17

AM

And I’m still waiting

For a call that won’t come For a door that won’t open

It’s 2:17

AM

And I’m still breaking

I know you’re gone But my heart keeps hoping

Maybe tomorrow

I’ll finally let you go

Maybe tomorrow

I won’t check my phone

But tonight…

I’m still yours.

It’s 2:17 AM

And I’m still waiting

For a call that won’t come For a door that won’t open

It’s 2:17

AM

And I’m still breaking

I know you’re gone But my heart keeps hoping

2:17

AM…

Still waiting. Still yours.

2:18… Still awake.