it's 3 o'clock in the morning again.

it's 3 o'clock in the morning and i don't know how to get starting
it's moving on too slow, where this day is going even i don't know
i'd try rather hard if only i could catch my flow, and maybe get the inspiration started.
i'm tryin to write today, i'm tryin to clean today, i'm tryin to just be anything this way.
it's 4 o'clock in the morning and time is ticking by, and the sun ain't up yet but i'm feeling alive. Maybe one day I'll grow my wings and fly.
it's 5 already and i wonder why, it's feeling so slow today but it's ok
later on the time'll fly and then i'll wonder why i've barely started anything today. but it's ok.
i feel the prick of the glass on my finger, and sometimes wish i was numb but it's ok it's better than being full of rum.
the words cut like the glasses edge but i know they don't understand, who i am. not today, but maybe one day that'll all change. i hope before all my hair turns gray and i lose myself and forget who even i am, someday.