2 A.M.

I get in from work at 2 a.m. and sit down with beer

Turn on late night and then wonder why I'm here

It's meaningless and trivial and it washes over me

And once again I wonder is this all there is for me

Here I am again

Look at me again

Her I am Again

On my own

Trying hard to see

What there is for me

Here I am again

On my own

Life seems so pathetic I wish I could leave it all behind

This canvas chair, this bed, these walls that fall in on my mind

Hold on for something better

That just drags you through the dirt

Do you just let go or carry on and try to take the hurt