56 seconds past 1, i'm staring at the stars

57, looking out the window counting cars
58, i'm chasing shadows, watching through the bars
59, i know you're out there, playing your guitar
1:01am, the quiet strumming hides your scars

i can hear it in your song, i sense the pain, i feel the spite
i know that when you want to die, instead you take your pen and write

i would say that you'll be fine but i don't think that i can lie
all that i can do is say i'll listen when you need to cry