It's late We are not awake And I smashed my phone. I am learning how to be alone. Resoundingly unpretty girl stares back at me And I become what everyone's harboring from And is it your fault? No, I think it's my fault We digress. You're inhaling smoke, emotionless Somewhere on a map Unaware that I am falling flat And you will hurt me And I deserve it It's late. You are not awake And it's nothing I want you so bad it's devouring me And I think I love you But you'll never find out