Seven Hours by Horace Pinker
seven hours up all night and so are you makes it right 'cause i've been
thinking about you too took a long time to admit to myself i tried to make
it how it should have been but never was do you ever think what could have
been you asked me once? was i wrong? what were you thinking when i said
what were you thinking when i said seven hours up all night and so are you
never ask me anything about myself i'll always wonder what you were thinking
do you see anything i do?