Текст песни 3am (Stripped) - Halsey

Darling, I′ve just left the bar
And I've misplaced all my credit cards
My self-preservation and all of my reservations
Are sittin′ and contemplatin' what to do with me, do with me

Think I took it way too far
And I'm stumblin′ drunk, getting in a car
My insecurities are hurtin′ me
Someone, please, come, and flirt with me
Really need a mirror that'll come along and tell me that I′m fine
I do it every time

I keep on hanging on the line, ignoring every warning sign
Come on, and make me feel alright again

'Cause it′s 3:00 a.m.
And I'm callin′ everybody that I know
And here we go again
While I'm runnin' through the numbers in my phone
And yeah, I′ll take fake moans and dial tones
Let ′em spill right down the microphone
I need it digital 'cause, baby, when it′s physical
I end up alone, end up alone

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I need it digital 'cause, baby, when it′s physical
I end up alone, end up alone

Every night, I wanna live in color through a white-blue screen
I got a technicolor vision going vivid in my light-blue jeans
I know it's complicated
′Cause everyone that I've dated says they hate it
'Cause they don′t know what to do with me, do with me
Know that my identity′s always getting the best of me
I'm the worst of my enemies
And I don′t really know what to do with me
Yeah, I don't really know what to do with me

I keep on hanging on the line, ignoring every warning sign
Come on, and make me feel alright again

′Cause it's 3:00 a.m.
And I′m callin' everybody that I know
And here we go again
While I'm runnin′ through the numbers in my phone
And yeah, I′ll take fake moans and dial tones
Let 'em spill right down the microphone
I need it digital ′cause, baby, when it's physical
I end up alone, end up alone

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I need it digital ′cause, baby, when it's physical
I end up alone, end up alone

I′m reckless, treat it like a necklace
Take a different version, and I try it
On for size with everybody that I know
And will you, please, pick up the fucking phone?

'Cause it's 3:00 a.m.
And I′m callin′ everybody that I know
And here we go again
While I'm runnin′ through the numbers in my phone
And yeah, I'll take fake moans and dial tones
Let ′em spill right down the microphone
I need it digital 'cause, baby, when it′s physical
I end up alone, end up alone

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I need it digital 'cause, baby, when it's physical
I end up alone