Brooklyn 3AM Lyrics

I feel insane i cant stop writin
Even crazier for fightin what must be said
This pencil feels like lead
Everybody's dead asleep tnite cept me
I scribble so impatiently-- the keys rest upon my knees
And i need somethin i need some sorta recipe
I need somethin i need someone to rescue me, to set me free
To take me places i ought to be
And i was just about to fall for u
But i stopped myself in the middle of my longin

Bc i kno it isnt true
It's just the alcohol thats talkin and i keep on responding too
The sky above dark blue where im wishin on stars i never knew
And im wondrin how people i grew up with could grow up into
People i wish i never ever knew