(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