The Wee Hours

[verse 1]

In the wee hours of the morning
I still think of you like I used to
But now you're trapped in a museum, look but don't touch
Don't reach out, and don't ask too much

'Cause in the wee hours of the morning
I still dream of you, what can I do?
I miss the days when I could hold you
And talk to you about your day

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[verse 2]

'Cause lately I feel like Peter Parker when he lost his powers
Every single week since you left feels more like hell
Hour to hour
You are the bullet that ricochets through my mind
I can't help but think about the way you used to kiss my face
From time to time

[instrumental]

And baby I feel like Mumen Ridеr on the day-to-day
Maybe I should break both my hands so I don't
Call you likе I want when it's late
You are the bullet that rips right through my heart
I never thought that I would find myself in such a place
So far apart

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[verse 3]

'Cause in the wee hours of the morning
I can't find my peace, no I don't sleep
And though it helps, writing it down, the facts remain the same
Don't reach out, and don't dwell on the pain

'Cause in the wee hours of the morning
I still dream of you, what can I do?
I miss the days when I could hold you
And talk to you about your day

[solo]