Here I am drunk at 3 AM
Got my second bottle down
I got 12 to 15 pages
of my desperation
Cold I feel so poor and old
And I'm maddened for your flesh
But my bodys broken down
In the fading twilight
I will find a way
Im gonna find a way
While the fear of wasted years
Keeps laughing just behind
Alone no one will stay with me
No an angel of despair
To watch me as I rot
And the radio keeps playing
Down for days I make no sound
Soon the rats and carrion
Will rip the flesh away
From legs and wrists and head
I make promises that I'd never describe
This sense of waiting out the end
So pour another gla**
And one more virgin page
just might get lucky
And maybe I'll get good
at 3am
So here I am