It's 3 Am

It's 3 Am, but I just can't sleep,
under blankets and pillows, buried so deep.
I search the room for nonexistent light
and now I know that I need to fight.

The problem is, I don't know what or who,
whether I want it or not, I'm thinking of you.
I'm wrapped in tight, but I'm still so cold,
I want to forget the secrets I hold.

I look into the darkness, my eyes close on their own,
despite the distance I don't feel alone.
The lights in the club, the music, your hands on my hips,
it's 3 Am, but still, there's a smile on my lips.
Dec. 2013