3:30 am

3:30 am

Have you ever listened to your house?

The pipes cling

The floor squeaks

Old people say the house is getting settled

Even after all these years?

It’s always dark outside

The moon is on the decline

Only thing open is 7-11 and legs and what’s inside of both are nasty

Ladies dress semi classy

But they creature of the night

Skirts so tight

Faces so colorful

And that’s 3:30 am

3:30 am is when grown men cry so their woman can’t hear

Being an strong man crying never equals fear

So he wipes them away as materialized a tear

And he feels so lonely with the shadows on the wall

The black and white rainbows never seemed to fall

You get to be alone with your thoughts and plans

Face fall in your hands

Tears turn into time sands

And you’re wasting it

Life is something else

Just getting by and no one wanna help

And you realize how warn down you are at 3:30am

3:30 am is when the late late, late, late news comes on

They don’t really have anything breaking

Cause everything is on the table

In the bottom right hand corner 3:30 am is a clear label