It's Late

It's late

I still haven't heard from you

You forgot

You'd be asleep but I woke you

Why care?

Either way we lost a day again

You're so nice

I'm caught in your vice

Paint me knowing so I don't ask again

Paint me loving you can't fake again

Paint me the fire you once felt for them

I feel nothing when you're so nice

How can

How can you say that?

How can

How can you say that?

Paint me worry creasing your face and then

Paint me sorry in your eyes begin

To paint me a memory that I can hold within

Cause I feel nothing

I'm caught in your vice