It’s 3 AM and I’m awake again,   The fan’s on high and pressed against my skin,   The TV’s selling dreams to me,   Pyramid schemes and DVDs,   It’s 3 AM and I’m awake again.       It’s 4 AM and I’m awake again,   The sounds of drunk high fives become my friends,   They don’t consider anything,   Just drinking games and anarchy,   It’s 4 AM and I’m awake again.       It’s 5 AM and I’m awake again,   Creaking baseboards tell me love transcends,   The twin bed’s oddly empty,   But the heat it begs to differ,   It’s 5 AM and I’m awake again.       It’s 6 AM and I’m awake again,   The shades block out the sunlight like God’s hands,   The fan becomes a sun dial,   Places guilty shadows on my wall,   It’s 6 AM and I’m awake again.       Well I scribble clever fragments on a page,   Just to find out if I’m happy or enraged,   But the meter’s stuck on apathy,   Indifference is taunting me,   Emotions are broad words you see,   When a feelings all you can achieve,   And it’s 6 AM and I’m awake again.