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The clock is ticking slow like molasses

Shadows stretch and bend on empty glasses

My phone's as quiet as the moon outside

This room's too big for just my pride

I hear the walls

They whisper low

Secrets only the lonely know

Midnight echoes

Calling my name

Silence louder than a hurricane

I'm up late

No one to hold

This bed's too cold

This bed's too cold

The TV hums

But I ain't watching

Thoughts of you

They keep on knocking

The ceiling stares

It don’t reply

While I trace patterns in the sky

The air is thick

It wraps me tight

No escape from this quiet night

Midnight echoes

Calling my name

Silence louder than a hurricane

I'm up late

No one to hold

This bed's too cold

This bed's too cold