3 AM

Sometimes I miss our 3 AM calls
And think about how I let you down
But I call him every night too
Every night too

Those Sunday mornings were more than it seemed
I already know that you've heard about him
Sorry I couldn't let the things so clean

Now it's him that I hug at 3 AM
Hoping this world doesn't end in fire
'Cause I'm afraid of missing burn with you
Now it's him that I kiss at picture frames
Freeze in moments, not in flames and I hope
I never cross with you again
Could you stop trying to be my friend?

Saw your brother at the supermarket
He said you're fine
You don't even see our pictures anymore
'Cause you took them out of your wall
Out of your wall

I pretend I don't hear when you knock at my door
Your smell isn't my favorite anymore
But it's still in my pillow case
And I won't take it off

But now it's him that I hug at 3 AM
Hoping this world doesn't end in fire
'Cause I'm afraid of missing burn with you
Now it's him that I kiss at picture frames
Freeze in moments, not in flames and I hope
I never cross with you again
Could you stop trying to be my friend?