11.58 pm

It's two minutes to midnight and
Maybe I'm on the brink of something and
Maybe I'm not,
But I can't stop thinking about you
And about how you
Are all I've got.

Tomorrow grows nearer and
I think that I might perhaps
Have something to say to you,
But I know that I'll have forgotten it
By the time this night
Is through.

Because words always slip out of my mouth,
And always out of
My foolish mind;
And the words I look for to replace them
Are never the ones I expected
To find.

It's two minutes to midnight and
Maybe I'm contemplating honesty and
Maybe I'm not,
But there's no denying that honesty
Might soon be
All I've got.

I don't want to lie to you.
But I don't want to hurt you either.