Nothing good happens at 2 am

My phone vibrates But it isn't her I mean it's never her In dismay I blink Hoping she texts But it's 2 am And I am troubled I am lost in thought Far from reality I stray Waiting might be insanity But again it's 2 am Nothing good happens at 2 am But she happens at 2 am In darkness she shines Even if it's from a far At 2 am I am compelled I am driven to sit and wait