Eight PM is dinner time

When I eat and feel completely fine

Nine is for Netflix

and getting lost in the story line

By ten I yawn twice

And feel like I should exercise

By eleven I'm just wasting time

Thinking of picking a new hobby tonight

Twelve is made for compulsive eating

and regretting my stupid mistakes

One is for dancing bare-feet in my room

Where the songs are just making me groove

At Two I feel like an owl

Staring into abyss

Three is when I get a little tipsy

and my memories are all over the place

But 4 AM is just unbearable

It is when I feel lost

Twisting & turning in my sheets,and your ghost is cuddling me more.