4am
by John J Scudieri ©2003

I wake up at four
It used to be my favorite number
But not anymore
Since you came home at 4

Take me to the river
Take me in your cool car
Smoke some cigarettes and whisper in my ear
Sweet nothings
Sweet something is so wrong here

And you just can't put your finger on it
But you can put your hands on it
You can put your mouth on it
Oh take me in your cool car

She came home at four
Slipped into our bed freshly showered
No knock at the door
How many times before?

He took you to the river
He took you in his cool car
You drank some whiskey and took comfort in his charm
Now it's all or nothing
Oh something is so wrong here

And you just can't put your finger on it
But you can put your hands on it
You can put your mouth on it
Oh take me in your cool car

I wake up at four
It used to be my lucky number
But not anymore
Since you came home at four