4 a.m and im still here
what is left after the room clears
I feel im losing everything that i knew

and if i should leave you alone
the seasons change and i get blown to the ground

5 a.m and im still here
what is left after the cheap beer
flows through my veins after you leave

and if i should leave you alone
the seasons change and i get blown to the ground
and when i call you on the phone i dream...

about the parking lot at home
we used to spend our days
but now the torched the buildings
and the corner stores away
in our hearts there will always be a void
and you know that