4AM

It´s 4am and I´m coming back home. The party was great, and I made a lot of new friends. But here I am, on the bus, watching how everything passes by, and thinking about you. My friends are asking me why I said no to all of the boys, and behind that  "not of your business" its the thoght that I somehow belong to you, by your side. The tought that I do not want anyone but you. And there´s nothing else in my head except you while the bus takes me home and everyone is talking about their great nights. I see my hands and somehow they are not complete without yours. And I wish the bus was driving much faster, so somehow it could make my toughts go away. Because it's 4am and I´m ridicoulously thinking about how bad I want you.