Conversation got morning.

It's 5 o'clock in the morning. Conversation got boring. You said you're going to bed soon. So I snuck off to your bedroom. And I thought I'd just wait there. Til I heard you come up the stairs. I pretended I was sleeping. And I was hoping you would creep in. With me

I'm not a fan of routine. At all. It's getting old. I wish I could go to bed at four one night and eleven the next. Or wake up at five and get a coffee. Drive into the morning fog wearing an old jacket and wasting the day away doing nothing. Or sleep it away and wake up the next night. I'm craving a change. I mean right now I don't have much of a choice. I can't go driving and drink stale lattes. I have school. And I can't stay up till five reading blogs and talking to random europeans. I have to get up early. Maybe I can work out something. Spice things up. Try something new. But consistency says no. And that right now change isn't what I need. It's what I want. But it's not what I'll get.