dropped out of college
when i thought i heard the news,
and whisper in my ear
that i deserve to lose,
it's not much better
than the foolish friends i choose,
no one sees your silver screen
4am belongs to me
i lie on aching bones
and let the sirens in,
who else's fingernails
have ripped across your skin,
i reach for angels
but the devils always win,
polestars fall so easily
4am belongs to me
i choke on rapture
and on mediocrity
plans for the future wars
i saw on my t.v.,
and you remind me
of who i was supposed to be,
send forth all my death machines
4 am belongs to me