3am In Brooklyn Testo

I feel insane, I can't stop writingEven crazier for fighting
What must be said
This pencil feels like lead
And everybody's dead
Asleep tonight -- 'cept me
I scribble so impatiently
The keys rest upon my knees
And I need something
I need some sort of recipe
I need something
I need someone to rescue me
To set me free
To take me places I ought to be
And I was just about to fall for you
But I stopped myself in the middle of my longing
Because I know it isn't true
It's just the alcohol that's talking
And I keep on responding to
The sky above dark blue
Where I'm wishin' on stars I never knew
And I'm wonderin' how people I grew up with
Could grow up into
People I wish I never ever knew