It’s 3 am
And I’m reaching out to you
Is it even right
That I’m in love with you?

We don’t really talk
But I’ve been longing
To not pass by and walk
Why don’t we start talking?

You might’ve been hurt
A hundred thousand times
But I’m willing to shake the dirt
And cross your many lines.

I swore I’d never lose control
But it’s 3 am and I’m losing it all
It’s 3 am and I’m thinking of you
Cause that, honestly, is all I could do.