3pm

I’m in and out of focus I’m a harbor light
Sweeping through fog trying to make out shapes
And the dust particles like floaters in my eyes
Shimmer and jerk with the head that aches

Oh how they keep it going those workaday people
When the afternoon drags and they’re death on ice
But me I’m of the night like a church has a steeple
I’m a doll connoisseur but my heads getting screwed up in a vice
Trying to focus on what I did say
When I’s pouring out my soul last night
I probably said that I’d meet you today
But my bodies inert and it’s 3pm

And your image in my mind no it ain’t quite the same
Now I’m leached of the drug and my hormone’s low
And I guess you’ll get the vibe of a back up train
If I gave you my number and you ring my phone

Chorus

You probably think that I was using you
But swinging on highs is different from blues

Chorus

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