on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home, but I know it's too late, I should have given you a reason to stay

It’s best like this, at 2:00 am, after you've washed away the dried tear stains on your cheeks. And the house is quiet, and you’re in a weird state of mind where the bridge between sadness and happiness is barely existent. And you listen to that song whilst staring out the window where the moon is so luminous among the stars. It’s like everything feels right, like your chest doesn't feel that constricted anymore, like all worries are nonexistent. Just for those four minutes the song is playing. Yeah, it’s best like this at 2:00 am.