Two In The Morning by Christian Ortega

It’s two in the morning again,

Another night wasted alone.

All we did was take away the pain.

I spent my night ignoring the phone.

Another night wasted alone.

We just watched as the minutes ticked by.

I spent my night ignoring the phone,

All I felt was this captivating high.

We watched as the minutes ticked by.

I spoke every thought I had out loud.

All I felt was this captivating high.

As great as it was, I'm not proud.

I spoke every thought I had, out loud

I wondered if this was all wrong.

As great as it was, I’m not proud

Of wanting you bad all along.

I wondered if this was all wrong.

This horrible deal that I made,

Of wanting you bad all along,

My terrible need does not fade.

This horrible deal that I made,

To constantly crave the sharp prick.

My terrible need does not fade,

Your sweet rush of dope does the trick.

To constantly crave the sharp prick,

My friends still call out “You need help.”

Your sweet rush of dope does the trick,

And I say they don’t know what I’ve felt.

My friends still call out “You need help.”

All we did was take away the pain.

And I say they don’t know what I’ve

felt.

It’s two in the morning again.