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
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