3 a.m.

Losing focus, and now it’s three in the morning
I can’t control it, it comes without a warning
And now I’m wide awake but it is so quiet
Am I lonely, or do I like it?
It happens like all the time, the peace I feel inside
Walks a thin red line, talking about it all night
Doesn’t seem to help my mind
Nobody understand the feeling that I have
Even if they did, what does it even matter?
This feels like it’s my own disaster
And I don’t want to know exactly what it is
The chemical imbalance that lets my heart tune in
To the world, I’ll be more sane in the morning
Losing focus, and now it’s three in the morning
I can’t control it, it comes without a warning
And now I’m wide awake but it is so quiet
Am I lonely, or do I like it?
Do I like it? It’s three in the morning
Oh-oh, it’s three in the morning
It’s three in the morning, oh-oh-oh
It’s three in the morning