It's no wonder that I do it.
There's something about 2am that scratches at the lonely inside all of us. If you happen to be awake during this struggle,then heaven help yourself. Your ass belongs to regret.
I don't know what I'm saying. What I'm doing.
Where I'm going.
Sometimes it frightens me. The not knowing.
I'm trying to run as fast as I can and it's still not fast enough.
Nothing makes sense at 3am.
That's the way it should be.