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3Am

3 feet tall with a head like a bowling ball Can't get up from where you fall, do you bring this back to me? What's it for? Stood in the clothes that you

It's ok But that was yesterday, and now I'm Driving in my car Words don't get me far When they don't mean shit Ooooooh! [Chorus:] I'm calling you at 3 AM

3:41 AM, make that 3:42 Time just keeps rolling on while I'm here stuck like glue So many things cross my mind But nothing stays awhile, so frustrating

Tonight we sat the stars Were gone. Searched for a feeling. So hard to hold on to the things that mean so much. Burned himself for you. Burned for your

someone who confesses much But make u feel what I feel So baby hush hush 3 words I will say them to you With a touch of my hand You will know that it's true 3

limp lines resign themselves to margins. like a drunken vampire, i miss the sun. i killed this summer, now it's done. let's split and reconvene in a warmer

its 3am again thanks for your patience repeated last night, to watch the harbor ripple in your eyes and we watched sailboats spoil our view as if we had

I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love As she lies here beside me asleep with the night And her hair, in a fine mist floats on my pillow

i feel insane i cant stop writin even crazier for fightin what must be said this pencil feels like lead everybody's dead asleep tnite cept me i scribble