Tekster: Jaymay. Brooklyn 3am.

i feel insane i cant stop writin
even crazier for fightin what must be said
this pencil feels like lead
everybody's dead asleep tnite cept me
i scribble so impatiently-- the keys rest upon my knees
and i need somethin i need some sorta recipe
i need somethin i need someone to rescue me, to set me free
to take me places i ought to be
and i was just about to fall for u
but i stopped myself in the middle of my longin
bc i kno it isnt true
it's just the alcohol thats talkin and i keep on responding too
the sky above dark blue where im wishin on stars i never knew
and im wondrin how people i grew up with could grow up into
people i wish i never ever knew