Three A.M
Losing it again, love
Caught awake in bed
Feeling like the dead dusk
She kills me sweetly
She's a loaded clip of antifreeze
I swear I haven't slept in weeks
I wish to rest my head
In an imageless retreat
She wakes me like a crook
Come to steal me from my
Each day is on repeat
An alarm inside my head
Slip away into a deep dream
Am I better off than dead?
Broken glass
I bask in the ambrosia
Erase my facts
Collapse into composure
I climb these crowded lines
I'm traffic on the BQE
I wander shapeless through the streets
Blind, wasted, overlooked
Throwing whispers to the breeze
Helpless, she has me hooked
Like I'm tearing at the seams
Each day is on repeat
An alarm inside my head
Slip away into a deep dream
Am I better off than dead?
Am I better off than dead?

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