Be Your Own 3am

I took my shoes off, crawled into bed
Thought I had nothin’ left
I got his number in January, it was so freezing
I am ruined best when I am cold

And my love got too old, I was left alone
I just needed someone who would appreciate the growth
And I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed the snow

Now I hold my own hands in crowds of bands and my friends
Jan always says to me, “you gotta be your own 3am”