Brooklyn 3AM

 

i feel insane i cant stop writin

even crazier for fightin what must be said

this pencil feels like lead

and everybody's dead asleep tnite cept me

i scribble so impatiently -- the keys rest upon my knees

and i need somethin i need some sorta recipe

i need somethin i need someone to rescue me, to set me free

to take me places i ought to be 

and i was just about to fall for u

but i stopped myself in the middle of my longin

bc i kno it isnt true

it's just the alcohol thats talkin and i keep on responding too

the sky above dark blue where im wishin on stars i never knew

and im wondrin how people i grew up with could grow up into

people i wish i never ever knew

 

 

 

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