2 AM

Hold this for me
While I search for a cigarette
And some cash for this magazine
Bus fare and another drink
This corner is filthy
And I'm sick of all these goddamned freaks
Or maybe staying out too late
Every night of the fucking week

2 AM comes swiftly
Like a sledgehammer
And maybe next time you will
Be a better man or you will
Be precisely what all
All your friends thought you were
Because 2 AM comes empty handed
When 2 AM comes

Out here it's just neon lights
And frat boy drunken revelry
Their date rape dates they haven't
Figured out a goddamned thing
I'll drink to them tonight
I'll raise a glass in silence
And pray through bleary eyes
They'll escape the violence

When 2 AM comes broken
In pieces lying on the floor
And maybe next time won't be
Like every time before
She is staring deeply
Into something that she could've swore
Couldn't get back in
After she slammed the door

2 AM comes even
Even though you wish it wouldn't
Nothing waits for progress
Nothing ever will
In here it's cold and complex
Outside the snow comes down
2 AM still shows up
It shows up anyhow