Three a.m.
The truthful hour
The burning feelings
That we devour
Lay it all down
It will be fine
Because at three am
It's the perfect time
The world changes
Three hours past twelve
And your mind opens
to whom you will tell
secrets on the edge of lips
Hearts apon sleeves
More vulnerable than ever
But your wishes ring free
Turning inside out
Is the least you will do
Because at three a.m.
It's all you want to do
