3 AM

Ringtone blasting I groove to the vibrating rhythm.
Lost in a melodic alarm It takes me a while to realize that it's a call 

And not someone's phone confessing their desires. 
Too drunk for caller ID I pick up. 
"How may I be of service?"
"Give me another chance."
Intoxicated butterflies sloppily swirl in a frenzy at the sound of her voice. 
Tongue heavy with truth serum from being on 

Cloud 9 shots of Crown with no Coke, I say no.
My ear swallows a barrage of but's, what if's, and could be's 

As if it's a cup of Fireball. 
Promises sound good but burn on the way down like whiskey.
I begin to dry heave all of the things you put me through.
Remembering the bad always sobers me up whenever I'm inebriated on thoughts of us. 
If I think about the good I will only stay addicted;
I drink because it lets me forget your taste. 
Sometimes I have to down more to force you out my head
I'm not an alcoholic but I will go to AA if that means being cured from needing you. 
I just want to love without expecting Jack and Daniel from creeping in our bed!

It is 3 A.M,

And you are calling me about "us" for the third time. 
This is not the Trinity I learned about in church.
But I guess with enough wine

The devil can look heavenly again.
As I listen, 

I feel her tone seducing my senses. 
Your tongue always knew how to sin correctly. 
Quick another shot so I can forget the fun. 
Happiness and you is a volatile mix
I'd rather have alcohol poisoning because that's easier to cure.
Quit saying you love me.

Because I believe it every time. 
I wish lies didn't mimic the truth. 
At a bewitching hour like this, Brandy is water. 
At moments like this, I just want to be loved. 
At a time like this, no is not concrete. 
"I need you here with me."