4AM

(Agony, is keeping me up)

Tomorrow’s future floats just out of reach.

All your promises breeched.

(Future out of reach)

trying to sleep - Not having luck.

Agony, is keeping me up.

It’s 3am Ian’s still in love.

That’s what you’ll hear me cry aloud to heaven above.

keeping hopes high as I try to smile.

Knowing our love can endure even this trial.

Tomorrow’s future floats just out of reach.

All your promises breeched.

(Future out of reach)

Once upon a time we shared buttercups.

Now I’m on that edge trying not to fuck-it-up.

It’s 4am - Ian’s still in love?

And I’m pleading for the tranquil white doves.

To be his forever & without any bile.

I long for the day i get to bask in his smile.

Tomorrow’s future floats just out of reach.

All your promises breeched.

(Future out of reach)

Tomorrows future floats just out of reach,

While the clock ticks away all the promises breeched.

Still, I hold onto hope, like a tender embrace,

Wishing for dawn to illuminate our place.

Tomorrows future floats just out of reach,

While the clock ticks away all the promises breeched.

Still, I hold onto hope, like a tender embrace,

Wishing for dawn to illuminate our place.

Tomorrow’s future floats just out of reach.

All your promises breeched.

(Future out of reach)