(words & music by wheeler - chesnut)Maybe it’s too late. sometimes I even hate myself for loving youTrying to be strong then nighttime comes along and I start loving youWanting you. where is all my selfcontrol I’m burning way down in my soulAnd needing you, and wishing I could be the man, I try toHating me for wanting you to be with you knowing you don’t love me like you used toBut it’s midnight, ohh and I miss youIt’s getting late and I know that’s when I am weakFunny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day lightI ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget youOh but it’s midnight yes and I miss youIt’s getting late and I know that’s when I am weakFunny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day lightI ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget youOh but it’s midnight yes and I miss youIt’s midnight and I miss you