It's three o'clock at the end of the day
It's three o'clock in the morning gray
I'm alone and I'm very, very worried

All the bottles of wine have ravaged my mind
Another day's gone by and I'm worried

And the night, and the night, it is bitter and short
For I know that a new day is coming
Another day, another day, all alone and blue
But for you I've pursued nothing

I dropped out of school to dwell on a dream,
And now all that guilt is engulfing me

I can't concentrate, I'm failing
Oh, were can she be?
I'm alone and I'm very, very worried

I know that I've always felt this way
God, I know that it's always been this way
Since I was young, I've always felt this way
Well, do I fuck myself for the consistency?

I know that I have stumbled, and I know I've not been sharp
And when I'm leaving this world behind,
I won't bring another soul here to fall flat on their face,
Or leave this world unkind