It Lingers in the air, Its like being the last one asleep, Radio silence, Empty, Dead air floods the room, Fighting with if you stay up, Or if you try to sleep, Fighting if its right or wrong, Sometimes staying up makes the next morning miserable, Baggy eyed, Sometimes the time is used to create some of the most beautiful pieces of art, Fighting with the words I want to say, Used to say, Almost said, Can it be beautiful without causing pain, Or do I wait for tomorrow?