4:05 ©

If a song could be a page well I've already written a few books.
If I could just get a paragraph well that could be my auto-biography.
As weezer plays in the background my musical diary
becomes more complete than the day before.

As the daylight comes to break and the watch says 4:05,
I see maybe that my sleepless fantasy crawls away,
would you still call my name?
Painful whispers, your lips roam,
I don't want this, I can't have this.

You can touch me any way you want and I won't stop you.
I think you really know this fact and you always use it against me.
You are the one I dreamt about for so long but now, so long.
I don't want to talk to you so please don't call me anymore.

As the daylight comes to break and the watch says 4:05,
I see maybe that my sleepless fantasy crawls away,
would you still call my name?
Painful whispers, your lips roam,
I don't want this, I can't have this.

If you could see past your stubbornness that you could win
with just the right movement of your lips: a kiss, that tells it all.
But not a kiss that says: "I want you," oh no, that won't do.
A kiss is worth a novel or two, but your kisses read like Dr. Seuss.

As the daylight comes to break and the watch says 4:05,
I guess maybe that my sleepless fantasy crawls away,
would you still call my name?
Painful whispers, your lips roam,
I don't want this, I can't have this.