It's 3 AM
Doesn't feel like I'll ever sleep again
The numbers on the alarm clock
Unrelenting
Laser red
It's 3 AM
And I have squatters
Living rent free in my head
While my spirit is out wandering
And my body's glued to the bed
It's 3 AM
Just me and my head
Is this what it's like to be dead?
I've forgotten my soul
And brought my anxieties and fears instead
It's 3 AM
I'd wander to the kitchen
Get something to eat
But I have no feet
So I float up toward the ceiling
It's 3 AM
This feels like a dream
But I can't wake up
Because I already am
Damn
It's 3 AM
It's cold
I'm lonely
I need a friend
It's 3 AM
I'm time tripping again
I give the dial a spin
Fast forward to the end
And look back at where I've been
...again
It's 3 AM
The time when the veil is thinSlits in the membrane
Rifts in heaven's skin3 AM
I open the curtain
And peer out into the night
As witches and demons peer in
It's 3 AM
I'm sending out a signal
To guide all friendlies in
It's 3 AM
This repetition's doing me in
I want to scream (muted) <SCREAM>
But no one would hear me if I did
3 AM
My neighbors are at it again
The walls are paper thin
I don't know which is worse
The fighting or the makeup sex at 3 AM
It's 3 AM
I wish I smoked
Cigarettes
Just to have something to doIt's 3 AM
And the sandman has come
To reclaim all of his sand
<unintelligible>
Qu'est-ce que c'est que je suis aujourd'hui? Je ne sais pas, Je ne sais pas.
Me and my head walk into a bar
The bartender seems to be ignoring us
So I say to him, "Is this what it's like to be dead?"
Without looking up, he chuckles, "That depends.
On how hard you hit your head on that bar when you walked in."
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This is meant to be some kind of stream of consciousness beat poetry. Picture a brooding guy on a stool strumming a single guitar chord with each intonation of the words "3 AM." Slight reverb and delay, perhaps some melancholic wah-wah. Jazz-ish, hipster vibe, vocals monotone, spoken, except for a single muted scream.
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