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It's 3AM

You're staring me in the face

We're spinning "this must be the place"

My beautiful house and beautiful wife

With my weird car going out for a ride

I saw you in a bag of

Potato chips

And so I smashed em

The crumbs all crumbled out on

The pavement shaped like your face

Staring back up

A little salt from your eyes

A little heat from my sunlight

Because both is what we're needing tonight

Leftovers in the microwave

It's too late

Leftovers in the microwave

It's too late

I count the cigs sitting on the hood of my car

There's three of em

Staring me in the face

Bereavement, self-love and a space

To sing about

to spin around

I'll just sit it out

Watch em rot on the street

A little salt from your eyes

A little heat from my sunlight

Because both is what we're needing tonight

Leftovers in the microwave

It's too late

Leftovers in the microwave

It's too late

Noose is over and it's tight

-ening just great

I look over at my life

Turning away