Night time

I like talking on the phone all night 

Not because the one im talking to gives me butterflies 

Not because she makes me feel comfort

But because if I'm not on the phone I find myself staring at walls ,

thinking of empty halls 

Sometimes I spend nights just hoping someone calls 

When there's no one to Chanel my thoughts im alone. 

If anyone knew the things they say 

The things my thoughts say 

It makes me seem crazy and I'm not 

I'm perfectly fine when I'm not in thought  

Sometimes I just press control/alt 

Time to delete

Sections of my brain making me go insane 

I don't know if it's something I can tame 

And when she falls asleep before me

I become forced to talk to them 

See I need to talk to my thoughts sometimes 

But I don't always like what they have to say 

They scratch on my door until I let them in 

This thing ain't  no play pretend

So she forces me to be lonely 

That's not the only time I will be 

When she realizes I'm crazy 

She'll leave me 

Because in nice words "I see things differently"

But it's not the way I see things it's just my thoughts

I guess I can't share them 

So this is another time I'll have to press control/Alt.