It's Friday night. 4 am.
I'm drunk and walking home alone
While I'm thinking 'bout you.
In the middle. Of the night.
I watch them talk and
how they fall in love with me
But it's you I'm thinking 'bout
in the middle of the night
I smile and laugh
how they wanted to impress me
At the party where I was
But it's you I'm Thinking 'bout
in the middle of the night
Baby it will always be you
I'm Thinking' bout in the middle of the night
// when I went home.

did you fight?
thats what count in the end.

it's on you.
your attitude towards something.
how you see things.