3 AM

Sometimes I miss our 3 AM calls

And think about how I let you down

But I call him every night too

Every night too

Those Sunday mornings were more than it seemed

I already know that you've heard about him

Sorry I couldn't let the things so clean

Now it's him that I hug at 3 AM

Hoping this world doesn't end in fire

'Cause I'm afraid of missing burn with you

Now it's him that I kiss at picture frames

Freeze in moments, not in flames and I hope

I never cross with you again

Could you stop trying to be my friend?

Saw your brother at the supermarket

He said you're fine

You don't even see our pictures anymore

'Cause you took them out of your wall

Out of your wall

I pretend I don't hear when you knock at my door

Your smell isn't my favorite anymore

But it's still in my pillow case

And I won't take it off

But now it's him that I hug at 3 AM

Hoping this world doesn't end in fire

'Cause I'm afraid of missing burn with you

Now it's him that I kiss at picture frames

Freeze in moments, not in flames and I hope

I never cross with you again

Could you stop trying to be my friend?