3am

Call me in the morning Preferably 3am When the world is quiet, your mind cloudy Your soul is a double agent He hijacks your body He tells me all of the secrets you collected that day Wispy memories float across space Dreams are classified, he broke the code For just a moment, he is my hero He grips the phone tighter You mustn't awake He talks for hours until the sky turns gray Classified information exist, he insists I write it all down in the book of my mind We will meet again, he informs Preferably in the morning 3am