(Words & music by Wheeler - Chesnut)

Maybe it´s too late. Sometimes I even hate myself for loving you
Trying to be strong then nighttime comes along and I start loving you

Wanting you. Where is all my selfcontrol I´m burning way down in my soul
And needing you, and wishing I could be the man, I try to
Hating me for wanting you to be with you knowing you don´t love me like you used to
But it´s midnight, Ohh and I miss you

It´s getting late and I know that´s when I am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it´s midnight yes and I miss you

It´s getting late and I know that´s when I am weak

Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it´s midnight yes and I miss you

It´s midnight and I miss you