You are the insomnia keeping me awake at night and the energy I run on during the day. You are the driving corse behind our 'Conversation' and I am the gear

Okay,

Night turns to day

The sky goes from black to grey

It’s 4:22

The affect of talking to you 

The conversation turns to: Sugar and energy drinks

I’ll pour those down the sink 

Talking to you makes it impossible to even blink

So you see, there is no need for those, don’t you think?

Tick tock 

Goes the clock 

As time continues to fly 

The moment is swiftly passing by

Music drowns the sound 

Sorry am I being “too loud”

But then reality kicks in: 

You have less than 6 hours 

I have slightly longer before I have to face the skyscrapers and towers

As much as I hate it 

I’ll have to talk to you in a bit