Its 3 a.m
I\'d rather be in a dream right now than awake, as if you aren\'t already on my mind all the time when my days get this late.
Working on 3rds my mind is alert of words I should\'ve said. When I see 3 a.m. On the clock my mind doesn\'t reminded myself to clock out for lunch.
It reminds myself of the question I\'ve never had an answer to, what makes the number 3 so special?
It took 3 times for you to fuck up.
Why does it have to take 3 strikes?
What made one fuck up not enough to forgive you?
Is it because we know it\'s a guaranteed two more passes? Your fuck ups are too massive for my heart to take but I take it anyway because were told it takes until 3 strikes.
You got to strike two yet still didn\'t give one fuck, who the fuck it said it had to take 3 times for my world to go left to see what\'s right?
I still don\'t know if it\'s because everything went left or because you knew you had one more left?
Why have we been implanted with being content tending 3 strikes until we break?
When you reached your last strike the crack in your voice still reminds me it never took 3 strikes until I cracked.
It didn\'t take two.
Me minus you.
ONE IS ENOUGH. •t.s✨