4 A.M.

4 a.m. and I’m still here
What is left after the room clears?
I feel I’m losing everything that I knew
And if I should leave you alone
The seasons change and I get blown to the ground
5 a.m. and I’m still here
What is left after the cheep beer flows through my veins after you leave?
And if I should leave you alone
The seasons change and I get blown to the ground
And when I call you on the phone I dream…
About the parking lot at home
We used to spend our days
But now they’ve torched the buildings and the corner stores away
In our hearts, there will always be a void
And you know that