Lyrics
It's 2 am, the light is on
Expressing the late hour and the presence of light, setting the scene for introspection.
I need to feel some love I hate sleeping all alone
Desire for companionship and discomfort with being alone during sleep.
I'm out searching all the places where I can find
Actively looking for a connection in various places.
A pretty girl who wants the spend the night
Seeking a romantic encounter with a beautiful girl for the night.
It's nothing but a waste of time
Reflection on past experiences, deeming them unproductive.
Cause in the end it's always you
Acknowledging a recurring pattern where a specific person is significant.
The one who ends up in my bed
Highlighting the consistent presence of the same person in intimate moments.
Then you walk away and say that love is dead
After the intimate moment, the person departs, claiming love is no longer alive.
We thought it's time to try to do it right
Expressing a decision to make things right in a relationship.
But good things never happen in the middle of the night
Suggesting that positive outcomes are rare during nighttime endeavors.
We touch and then we die, It's in our eyes
Describing a transient connection with intensity in their eyes.
Like broken glass we can't be fixed, drowning in our own blood
Comparing the relationship to broken glass, emphasizing irreparability and self-destructive tendencies.
It's nothing but a waste of time
Reiteration of past experiences being futile.
Cause in the end it's always you
Highlighting the persistent involvement of the same person in intimate situations.
The one who ends up in my bed
Repeating the theme of the specific person being present in the speaker's bed.
Then you walk away and say that love is dead
After intimacy, the person leaves, asserting the demise of love.
It's 2 am, the light is on
Repeating the initial scene, emphasizing a cyclical nature.
I need to feel some love
Reiterating the need for love and connection.
It's nothing but a waste of time cause in the end it's always you
Stating the futility of past experiences, reemphasizing the consistent presence of the same person.
The one who ends up in my bed then you walk away and say that love is dead
Summarizing the cycle: the specific person ends up in the bed, then declares love's demise upon departure.
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