2 O'clock

2 O’Clock you’re still sleeping
When you wake up you’ll be in such pain
And I wait with the plate, piled high with my love
That you won’t eat from
Love, you think you can contain me
But the future is already known
We give up our rest, and the best of us though
We’d be better off alone
There’s no need to be so terrible
When you know I would do anything for you
This is so laughable, whatever happened to
Knowing that this was forever
File off the sharpness of feelings so
I’ll be protected from all of your evil
When you come round my love, I’ll be gone, finally done
Never to come to your rescue