it's 4 a.m. and I'm alone again
I was too drunk to go home so I crashed at a friends
that's how things go in a life filled with sin
just long nights of anxiety that never really end

it's 4:06 and I'm out of cigarettes
the bottle is empty and I start to forget
all about the secrets and Saturdays regret
my demons are killing me but they tell me not to fret

it's 4:14 and my eyes are low
how much more could my pain grow?
memories fall down like piles of snow
onto my head while I turn off the show

the room goes quiet and my vision goes bad
I say that I'm fine whenever you ask
it's hard to remember my last sincere laugh
I'm ready to leave and never come back

it's 5 a.m. and I'm passed out alone