"3 AM ADDICTS"
Two hands, mincing you.
Dark sky and faded blue,
a feeling, we once knew.
You'd burn me, cremate me,
then sniff up, all of my ashes.
When only you, held that key.
Laid locked in your eyelashes.
Every night, 3 am was like cocaine,
The Weeknd, hitting hard, my head,
like Cain on Abel's head, 'Go Cain!'
3 am addicts up unscrewing the bed!
"3 Am Addicts"