three o'clock and i'm still awake
tryin' to decide what's real what's fake
heartache, highstakes; that's what's real
and all you have to say is how i feel
i think it's surreal how you try and conceal
your love for me but you can't even see the emotional debris
as i look in your eyes and see the sun rise, blue skies
but there's too many lies, not enough truth
not enough wisdom in all this youth
that's immature, careless, and uncouth
but i keep on acting like it's all okay
as i silently weigh choices everyday
if you just walked the talk it'd be a shock although sure to unlock
this weight from my neck, it'd stack the deck
in my favor instead of this bittersweet flavor
i'd be closer instead of this distant behavior
but i'm about to say "forget it," "i quit"
i cant ever have or even get
a lucky break, just just more pain in the wake of another mistake
time after time, as i try to climb to peak sublime
but i arrive at mount doom, it'll be my tomb
as i wait for this one flower to bloom.