3 AM
Once again I'm wide awake.Waiting for time to mend this part of me that keeps on breaking.Newpapers I threw away, washed the dishes in the sink.3 AM on Tuesday, I have too much time to think.And I could call up to heaven, or I could crawl down to hell,Nothing will change the way things are and nothing ever will.He thinks I can't hear him cry and I pretend that I don't know, orabout all the 3 AM's he spends wrestling with your ghost.I hear him call out to heaven, I watch him crawl down to Hell,He still can't get over you, I know he never will.Nothing he says will bring you back,He's got nothing left to showBut a pocket watch and memories of a kiss out in the snow. And I hear him call out to heaven, I watch him crawl down to Hell.He still can't get over you, I know he never will.
posted by BRAD @ 3:39 AM
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