3AM just keeps coming faster

It’s hard enough to keep my eyes open on a mundane day!

But it’s been my first friday night out and I’m craving your electric touch

Four needle pokes after ten hours in the parlour

Getting to know your quirks and smirks

Bartender calling for the last drinks of the night, futuristic jukebox setting the mood

Dimmed lights, the only fight with myself on where to touch you

Strawberry shampoo wafting up from my shoulder as if I’ve known ya longer than 360 minutes

I need to sleep, I know I do

This is more journal entry than anything, trying to process myself being stuck on you