it's 3 a.m. and here i am
it's 3 a.m. and here i am again

it's 3 a.m. and i want more
it's 3 a.m.
i cannot be your whore
why am i here?
to tell you how i feel
seven months, seven months
is it wrong to want something real?

as you would fall asleep in my arms
in your trendy hipster t-shirts and tight underwear
i'd tell you that i loved you
and you would laugh and say
i don't even know you

then why do i care?