3 A.M. Bathroom Light

लिरिक्स

[Verse 1] I quit cold turkey on a Tuesday night Hung the towel on the shower rod Cold sweats at 3 a.m., bathroom light Talking to a God I don't believe in, odd How the tile feels like ice on my knees And the mirror keeps a stranger's face Every promise I made came with fees Every good intention left a trace [Pre-Chorus] And I don't got a snack for the comedown No one left to call at this hour Just the hum of the fridge and the sound Of a man losing all of his power [Chorus] I hate the thief, I hate the man The two-faced talk with the golden plan I hate the mirror, I hate the lie I hate the one who watched you cry I hate the soul that I became Preaching good news in your mama's name I hate the thief, I hate the man I hate the one who watched you cry [Verse 2] Mama's number still sits on my phone I scroll past it like a loaded gun She'd say "baby, you don't have to be alone" But I already told her I was done I traded Sunday dinners for a barstool Traded her voice for a stranger's laugh Now I'm sitting in a truck outside a school Wishing I could give her half of what I have [Pre-Chorus] And I don't got a prayer for the morning No clean shirt, no alibi Just the weight of a life I keep mourning And a son who don't know why [Chorus] I hate the thief, I hate the man The two-faced talk with the golden plan I hate the mirror, I hate the lie I hate the one who watched you cry I hate the soul that I became Preaching good news in your mama's name I hate the thief, I hate the man I hate the one who watched you cry [Bridge] If I called her now, would she pick it up? Would she hear the shake inside my voice? Or would she just say "enough's enough"? Would she even have a choice? I put the phone back in the cup And I let it ring out twice Some things you don't get to patch up Some things you just pay the price [Verse 3] So I'm driving past the old church lot Where I learned to fold my hands and lie Every sermon that I ever bought Was a ticket to a slow goodbye I ain't asking for a second chance I ain't asking for a softer fall I'm just tired of the song and dance Of a man who never stood that tall [Chorus] I hate the thief, I hate the man The two-faced talk with the golden plan I hate the mirror, I hate the lie I hate the one who watched you cry I hate the soul that I became Preaching good news in your mama's name I hate the thief, I hate the man I hate the one who watched you cry [Outro] Cold turkey on a Tuesday night Bathroom floor, no appetite Mama's number in my hand I hate the thief, I hate the man I hate the thief I hate the man