Three-Fifteen
Sunken eyes and neon colors
Three-fifteen in the AM
Wish I could but probably won't
I just got off, lump in my throat
Truth be told the scene's horrendous
Witness everyone's dark sides
In the shadows lurk slave traders
Cocaine dealers in plain sight
Ahhhhhh
Witness to de-evolution
Tourism feeds the pig
Relive spring break in your forties
Buy some molly, storm the pit
In this town we make illusion
Selling hope to mom and dad
Junior's tired and won't stop crying
Dad is drunk and mom's with Chad
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Her rejection, his aggression
Three-fifteen in the AM
Shouting matches, drunk confessions
City digs in hooks and jabs
Music city tells a story
Rebel cowboys, cutoff sleeves
River rats run through our sewers
Public housing's on its knees
On its knees
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Can I have have a cigarette
Just let me have your short
I'm barely out of prison
I just got a divorce
Give me something, talk to me
Sanctuary sanctuary
Hit you with the party favors
I need company
Give me something close to you
I really am in need
I'm living in my car
It's a tragic life to lead
The server at the bar lent me rent to get my clothes out
I wish I could just opt out
I'm focused but I fell out
Hey
In my mind the crowd is thinning
In my mind I'm still nineteen
Shallow waters, early warnings
Haven't capsized, so serene
So serene
Three-fifteen in the AM
Wish I could but probably won't
I just got off, lump in my throat
Truth be told the scene's horrendous
Witness everyone's dark sides
In the shadows lurk slave traders
Cocaine dealers in plain sight
Ahhhhhh
Witness to de-evolution
Tourism feeds the pig
Relive spring break in your forties
Buy some molly, storm the pit
In this town we make illusion
Selling hope to mom and dad
Junior's tired and won't stop crying
Dad is drunk and mom's with Chad
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Her rejection, his aggression
Three-fifteen in the AM
Shouting matches, drunk confessions
City digs in hooks and jabs
Music city tells a story
Rebel cowboys, cutoff sleeves
River rats run through our sewers
Public housing's on its knees
On its knees
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Ahhhhhh
Can I have have a cigarette
Just let me have your short
I'm barely out of prison
I just got a divorce
Give me something, talk to me
Sanctuary sanctuary
Hit you with the party favors
I need company
Give me something close to you
I really am in need
I'm living in my car
It's a tragic life to lead
The server at the bar lent me rent to get my clothes out
I wish I could just opt out
I'm focused but I fell out
Hey
In my mind the crowd is thinning
In my mind I'm still nineteen
Shallow waters, early warnings
Haven't capsized, so serene
So serene
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Billiot
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