Half past three

It's almost half past three
And again you are not with me
I'd like to see you in my bed
But obviously I have to take my med
This insomnia makes me do scenarios
It's sad that there are no Romeos
Because I would like to be Juliette
But when I see your silhouette
I feel like I already took the poison
But it ain't even fun, because you're gone.

My bed like my soul is empty
But your girls are like twenty
I'm not worried about you
I just shoud new
You're not the good boy
You're not my joy