2:21

Late at night
2:21 a.m.
I talk to you
You can't hear me
But I pretend I'm telepathic
When you're missing someone
I hope that it's me
You don't need me
The way I need you

Hot afternoon
2:21 p.m.
I pull down my hair
And look in the mirror
If loneliness was a person
It existed within me
I'm wine daydreaming
About all the ways
We could have fallen in love