3:00 AM

How does it feel to be so alone
Stuck in that state of mind?
I’m not sorry for you at all
I can’t count the number of times
You’ve managed to let me down
Using all of the fingers on both of my hands
Well it seems like you’ve taken up all of your chances
I’m not sorry for you at all
I can’t believe it’s three am with
Thoughts of you still dancing in my head
You’re making me question all of the times you said
That you were my best…
Do you remember just four years ago?
When i picked you up off of the ground
I taught you how to put that bottle down
You’ve seen the strangest faces, most fucked up places
Been through the lowest phases
Controlled by the tasteless that you call your own
This might be what you want but it’s not who you are
I’m going home
You’re making me question
All of the times you said
That you were my best friend