2AM (Jim's perspective) to the tune of "Just Breathe," by Anna Nalick
2AM and he calls me, and I'm still awake,
"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?
Jim, they tailed me; and I led them all the way to her!"
When I walk through the door so accusing, their eyes,
Like they have any right at all to criticize;
Hypocrites, you're all far more to blame than my partner!
Simon can't hold me back when they tell me: "Forget him,"
That an eye for an eye is the world that they live in;
Someone must pay for the way that she died.
"Surely you must understand?
Now, leave; just leave.
Oh, leave; just leave."
Since I turned 21 on the base of Fort Bliss,
Not a day, not a damn thing's prepared me for this,
When I find him, battered and bruised and so broken.
Now he's down and I know he will hurt for a while;
But by God, then he asks for a beer and I smile,
'Cause I know that the healing has already started.
And I can't hold it back, 'cause the words must be spoken,
Especially now, when my partner's so broken:
"Someone will pay for the pain that you feel,
But there's something you must understand:
I'd grieve; I'd grieve.
So don't leave; don't leave."
There's a light at each end of this tunnel, you shout
'Cause you feel as far in as you'll ever be out;
And we all make mistakes, and we'll make them again,
But together, we'll turn it around.
2AM and we're still awake righting the wrong;
If we get it all out in the open it's not trapped inside of us,
Threatening the bond we belong to.
He must feel like he's naked in front of a crowd
'Cause these words are his diary screaming out loud,
But he knows that I won't ever use them against him.
And I won't hold it back, so I tell him, "I'm sorry,"
That the end of one dream's not the end of the story,
And someone will pay for the way that she died,
And justice will win in the end.
So grieve; just grieve.
And don't leave; don't leave.
Oh grieve; just grieve.
Just don't leave; don't leave....
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