Midnight, I don't want to live my
My life working for them 9 to 5
Everyday without you seems so dry, and I noticed
Although, I do care that you're hollow
Lately darling I strangely desire
To hold you in my very own arms, till I wake up?
Midnight, am I good, tell me sweetheart?
Cause they all look like digital wives
I forgot to be gentle and nice, would you notice?
Shall I call you later at midnight?
Or it would be a sign of weakness
But I feel I must surely confess
