I am feeling very 3 AM. Restless and lonely, Craving a love, Or a friend, Or someone to fill the emptiness And silence that consumes me, As if the clock is stuck at 3 AM. I'm used to 3 AM. But one of these days, I will feel 11 PM. Invincible and alive, In love with love, And filled with joy. Maybe one of these days, I can feel 11 PM, Even when the clock on the wall Tells me it's time to feel 3 AM.
"it's the clock on the wall, Kimmie" "point to it"