3am This Morning
I'll never lie to its face, so I told with rose petals tongues
by Angelica Ortiz
And now I feel like the bad man.
I am cryptic when it comes to Love.
The roles are reverse and another sad story,
I don't know what else to do but to show you that I'm sorry.
Another useless hour with myself and a cup of black water.
You pour it on me with your broken glass
And now your cuts are as deep as mine.
3am this morning waiting for the dead end,
I want to go back with times of jasmines and lotus
I'm trying to help you cough up the apple I accidently planted in ur seed
(never ment for this to happen)
But my techniques wont work and you continue to pour your broken glass,
I dont know what else to do but show you that I'm sorry.
3am this morning everything just fell apart,
Miss Little Cream Soda