It's in keeping with the title
Posting past midnight.
It's in keeping with the title
The bad decisions at midnight.

I miss you, although I saw you last weekend.
It was good to see you
And I wish I could tell you so much more
I mean the likelihood of you seeing this
Is well, very slim.
But hey
I guess it could happen
That would lead to a conversation
Can't tell if it would be awkward or not.

It's been 2 more times since this quarantine shit.
I would have been fine with it but well, when does anything ever go according to plan?
Can't remember how many it was before
And it's probably about to be one more.
But like always, I won't go through.
Too afraid to commit
To leave you behind.
Well, I'm pretty sure you would care.
But I'm wrong a lot.