Текст: The Casket Lottery. For Apples.

Late at night lately,
it seems like you need me.
But just maybe that's my hope speaking clearly.
It would be nice to be a necessity.
But just some one you see
before you sleep is good enough for me.
Sometimes I say something wrong, I know it.
I stand on your fault lines and set you off.
I'm sorry if I ever wasn't honest.
It's just me, I'm afraid, I guess.
There are some problems with our problem solving
if our time feels wasted.
If I can take the time to find solutions,
I will take it.
I lie awake at night and I watch you sleep,
sometimes I wish these nights would just
go on and on and on and on.
But late at night lately,
it seems like you hate me,
but just...
Don't walk out like that!
Don't leave mad.
There are some things we need to work out.
Just come back.
Come back