3 a.m. - ChewieCatt

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