you're always on my mind
but 3am is a centerpiece to a dinner not yet had
it is a grave I lie in, driving me mad
it is the window into everything I regret
it is the song I haven't sung quite yet
3am.
is the time you thrive
tearing apart the walls in my mind
as if you've become a ferocious feature
to perform in front of all the creatures
that live in my head.
