3 A.M. tears float in the air
Like the somber fall of autumn leaves
Under Atlantic sea breezes
Whose siren songs lead them astray
From the sweet release of slumber

3 A.M. tears irrevocably eloped with depression
Oh sweet mistress of the night grant me
Safe passage through your troubled waters
I don’t think I have it in me to have 4 A.M. tears

3 A.M. tears are the sea that which I am sailing
My sails are tattered and taciturn and interlaced
With enigmatic prayers for help.

4 A.M tears when will Poseidon listen to me
Do all my prayers go un-answered
I have drifted far from the shore
I am unsure of how to navigate back
I am lost to 3 A.M tears

I abhor what will become of me
in the belly of depression

irrevocably subservient and malleable to
The sweet mistress of sorrow

Her sweet and succulent kiss
Holds me hostage against
My worst impulses

Somehow as I learned how to speak, I lost my voice.
Somehow as you taught me to love, I lost my heart.
Somehow as I stayed up for days, I was well rested.
Somehow as you held me in bed, I was so restless.

Somewhere is where I want to be, I was found
Somewhere is where you met me, I was lost.
Somewhere is where I cried, I was happy
Somewhere is where you found love, I was angry

Something is what I needed, I had everything.
Something is what you gave me, I had nothing.
Something is what I hated, I loved.
Something is what you are, I hated.

Someone is all I am, I know
Someone is what you want, I forgot.
Someone is what I need, I am not wanted
Someone is what you are, I want you.