4:22 am blinks

I like being here so late at night
When I am the only one alive
When I don't feel lonely anymore
There is no one to talk to anyhow

I will close my eyes to sleep and know
When I wake, everyone is awake
And then there are people I can talk to
But I wont, or I cant, so I am lonely


4:22 is the witching hour

But I like being the only one alive