2 a.m., wide awake lying on my bed. Tuning on the radio, oh. Tryna make the emptiness go, yeah, yeah. I've been up, I've been reading and crying. Tryna love you a little less, but I, I.
365 days. . Chorus :. Where will I be 365 days from now. Tell me. How will I feel 365 nights without you. Oh what would I do?. . I remember what you used to say.