It's 3 AM and I'm awake again,
The fan's on high and pressed against my skin,
The TV's selling dreams to me,

Pyramid schemes and DVDs,
It's 3 AM and I'm awake again.

It's 4 AM and I'm awake again,
The sounds of drunk high fives become my friends,
They don't consider anything,
Just drinking games and anarchy,
It's 4 AM and I'm awake again.

It's 5 AM and I'm awake again,
Creaking baseboards tell me love transcends,
The twin bed's oddly empty,
But the heat it begs to differ,
It's 5 AM and I'm awake again.

It's 6 AM and I'm awake again,
The shades block out the sunlight like God's hands,
The fan becomes a sun dial,
Places guilty shadows on my wall,
It's 6 AM and I'm awake again.

Well I scribble clever fragments on a page,
Just to find out if I'm happy or enraged,
But the meter's stuck on apathy,
Indifference is taunting me,
Emotions are broad words you see,
When a feelings all you can achieve,
And it's 6 AM and I'm awake again.

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