3 AM
Runny mascara covers my eyes
Tear soaked pillow cases every time I cry
One blue light in a pitch dark room
I'm still waiting for a message from you
Now instead of getting your texts, I'm sitting in bed at 3 am,
Putting on a sad playlist
Facing the ceiling tryna pretend
That I'll find someone new
That I'm done loving you
I'm wearing your hoodie I smell your cologne
Can't get rid of you any where I go
I've just been sitting here in my room
Tryna figure out how to get over you
Now instead of getting your texts, I'm sitting in bed at 3 am,
Putting on a sad playlist
Facing the ceiling tryna pretend
That I'll find someone new
That I'm done loving you
No matter the times I check my phone
Your presence will still remain unknown
You're gone, moved on, lost in a sea
Of texts I read repeatedly
And even when I find someone new
I'll still fall asleep thinking of you
Now instead of getting your texts, I'm sitting in bed at 3 am,
Putting on a sad playlist
Facing the ceiling tryna pretend
That I'll find someone new
That I'm done loving you
Now instead of getting your texts, I'm sitting in bed at 3 am,
Putting on a sad playlist
Facing the ceiling tryna pretend
That I'll find someone new
But I'm still in love with you
Tear soaked pillow cases every time I cry
One blue light in a pitch dark room
I'm still waiting for a message from you
Now instead of getting your texts, I'm sitting in bed at 3 am,
Putting on a sad playlist
Facing the ceiling tryna pretend
That I'll find someone new
That I'm done loving you
I'm wearing your hoodie I smell your cologne
Can't get rid of you any where I go
I've just been sitting here in my room
Tryna figure out how to get over you
Now instead of getting your texts, I'm sitting in bed at 3 am,
Putting on a sad playlist
Facing the ceiling tryna pretend
That I'll find someone new
That I'm done loving you
No matter the times I check my phone
Your presence will still remain unknown
You're gone, moved on, lost in a sea
Of texts I read repeatedly
And even when I find someone new
I'll still fall asleep thinking of you
Now instead of getting your texts, I'm sitting in bed at 3 am,
Putting on a sad playlist
Facing the ceiling tryna pretend
That I'll find someone new
That I'm done loving you
Now instead of getting your texts, I'm sitting in bed at 3 am,
Putting on a sad playlist
Facing the ceiling tryna pretend
That I'll find someone new
But I'm still in love with you
Credits
Writer(s): Kyla Carter
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