Four A.M. - Douglas

Those times i recall when I sit back and drag myself a few steps down

Late nights and long drinks we had to fall into vacant blocks of memories

The mix and match that took a hold

That screwed us up and left us cold

That left me sitting here all by myself

Tell me where did it take the turn

That got me hot then left me burnt

And now I’m sitting here all by myself

I’m issing you by my side, now I’ve just got myself for company

Those perfect things you said to me

Will never disappear or attempt to leave me

Late nights, long drinks, those perfect things

You’re leaving me