Written songs at two am
They've told us how they've written them
And the stories are endearing
And even cuter when they start to sing
In every month there comes a day
I wish that I could go away
To a universe where I'm creative too
And every night my thoughts are new
Before I fall asleep at three
The second hour brings jealousy
There's the geniuses and then there's me
Scrolling and scrolling endlessly
So I present to you a single
Last minute little jingle
And if it's forced, what's it to you?
At least it's something to do
Something to do
Something to do
