(words & music by wheeler – chesnut)
Maybe it’s too late. sometimes i even hate myself for loving you
Trying to be strong then nighttime comes along and i start loving you
Wanting you. where is all my selfcontrol i’m burning way down in my soul
And needing you, and wishing i could be the man, i try to
Hating me for wanting you to be with you knowing you don’t love me like you used to
But it’s midnight, ohh and i miss you
It’s getting late and i know that’s when i am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it’s midnight yes and i miss you
It’s getting late and i know that’s when i am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it’s midnight yes and i miss you
It’s midnight and i miss you