It’s 3am and I’m alone.
The day went by too fast and now I don’t know what to do.
I’m thinking about you.
I’m always thinking about you.
I couldn’t stop so I bought this whiskey but there’s never enough.
It’s these nights alone, when I have to ask why wasn’t I enough?
Did I love too much?
Did I treat you badly?
I don’t think so but with you gone I guess I’ll never know.
I miss you, what a stupid text.
I need to get some goddamn self respect.
I can’t though,
you’re all I hoped I’d find.
I’m alone here, all broke inside
How fucking pathetic.
It’s 3am and I’m alone.
Same Sunsets 