3:13 in the morning
3:13 in the morning
3:13 in the morning
and my mind refuses to go to sleep
3 hours and 13 minutes into the backyard of night
and the electricity in my head’s still running deep
it’s a graveyard of memories, steep in images
still pictures, camera flashes, a slideshow that loops
my soul’s a chameleon that adjusts to the light
people’s faces, her face, many places bully me in groups
10am meeting’s got me worried about the hour
while 10 thousand things got me buried in the rubble
i’d give my brain if it’ll just shut the hell up
i’d give my heart and my eyes to save God the trouble
yes, look into my scrapbook, and drop me your two pennies
examine the resolution, adjust the color, and come to your conclusion
crack open my journal, and do your impersonation
the ink’s still wet, maybe you can rewrite my words
2 pennies, 2 cents, i’d give you a hundred
if you can rewind the time, and put me to rest
