Three am
Flying objects in the darkest night sky
The city is cold tonight
The planes are loud
Cutting through the atmosphere
And the clouds
Bad tv with no morals
Playing in the background
Why is this my favourite time
When everyone’s asleep
My body’s dead inside
Aching so bad
For a tiny bit of sleep
But I feel so good
And I’m getting so deep
Scratching beneath the surface
Of the sweetest lullabys
Endless hellos
And never one goodbye
This is my heaven
This is my time
When everything’s so still
Peaceful and sublime
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