Your Diary

Two am, Friday night 
Another pointless fight 

On your throne, all alone 
Please get off your phone 

You agree to disagree 
What do you want from me?

Two am, high on pride 
Please don’t leave tonight 

When I wake up in the morning
I’ll need you 
When I’m tired in the evening
I’ll need you 

All the times that you were right
I was blind so I would fight
All the times that I would cry
I wanted you to hold me tight 

Cause I need you