3 AM

It's 3 AM

The numbers on the alarm clock

Unrelenting

Laser red

Doesn't feel like I'll ever sleep again

It's 3 AM

And I'm in my head

My soul is out wandering

But my body is glued to the bed

 

 

It's 3 AM

I'm time tripping again

Gonna give the dial a spin

Fast forward to the end

Look back at where I've been

...again

 

 

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 along 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

 

3 AM  

I open the curtain

And peer out into the night

As witches and demons peer in

 

It's 3 AM

This repetition is doing me in

I want to scream <SCREAM>

But no one would hear me if I did

It's 3 AM

The time when the veil is thin

Slits in the membrane

Rifts in heaven's skin

 

It's 3 AM

I'm sending out a signal

To guide all friendlies in

 

It's 3 AM

The sandman has come to 

Reclaim all of his sand

 

 

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 do

 

Qu'est-ce que c'est que je suis aujourd'hui?

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?"

"That depends," he chuckles, still without looking at us.

"On how hard you hit your head on that bar."

 

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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.