Letra de 23:23

Meet me after work
It's quarter to ten
I know it won't hurt
To see you again

The later it gets
The more it makes sense
That i'm talking shit about you
Reserved in the back of my brain
Questioning myself was i sane?

I'm underneath the pier
Oh, bring your friends
I want to hear you say
I don't want this to end

The later it gets
The more it makes sense
That i'm talking shit about you
Reserved in the back of my brain
Questioning myself was i sane?

On my laptop, making songs
On how it all ends
Made to make me feel like
I never see you again

The later it gets
The more it makes sense
That i'm talking shit about you
Reserved in the back of my brain
Questioning myself was i sane?