it's nearing 3am and i can't really breathe comfortably
i'm thinking of being somewhere else
thinking of seeing new things
i think i could be losing my mind
i don't want to try and describe to you what's in my head because then it wouldn't be just mine
and see, i need something that is just mine, privately
because sometimes i don't feel like me
i think i could be losing my mind
i can see visions of myself in other forms
a mailman making his routes in Philadelphia
a woman in the waiting room of a hospital in the Bronx
a bee on the side of a tree in Georgia
i don't remember where i was going with this
it's 3am and i can't really breathe comfortably