3 am phone call callThat 3 am call. When the devil comes out to play. The devil of your own thoughts, your own doubts, your own sorry little life. The pain the uncertainty and regrets. The questions, the questionable. Its the middle of the night and the liquors worn off and the music has stopped, television hasnt intervened, and its just you and your random fucked up thoughts. Taking you down. You need a witness. Its the one person you can roll the dice and call. Fuck it. Its the middle of the night, but what the hell. Theres no chance of no answer, cant talk or call me back tomorrow. It one number you can call and the voice on the other end saves your life. For that night. That unasked for evening when each second is hell and you just cant go it alone. You need that voice on the other end to say hello, hey whats up cant sleep? Was just thinking bout you the other day, yeah man I know life is crazy, how bout those Lakers, yeah america is full of shit, yeah I heard about that the other day, so you okay for real? Nah not really? I feel ya. And that voice on the other end will talk, or listen to you try to, or just shut the fuck up, talk about something senselessly irrelevant yet still have the good sense to know that theyre cradling your life. This is the only type of heart surgery that really counts. Theyll listen to you sigh, listen to you cry, help you remember the truth, listen while you question, wonder out loud..(what am I doing with my life this isnt what I expected how am I supposed to figure out what the rest of my life is supposed to be why did my lil sister get shot in the back of the head wheres my mother what did I do wrong why do I wake up and nothing makes sense) and that voice will not feel compelled to give you an answer that probably doesnt even exist, that voice will feel your pain/silence/need/rage/loneliness, and it will understand without even saying so, it is your lifeline, for tonight, for that night, for one more night, when youre hanging on, trying to figure out why you continue to, that voice will turn to the same channel youre watching and crack lame jokes about TNTs choice of movies at three in the a.m, and youll laugh for half a second and in that moment everythings temporarily okay, one moment has led to the next and the next moment was better than the last, and all you needed was a witness, someone to help get you through, and that voice that person is always there, no matter what, no matter what triflin shit youve put each other thru or how long its been since youve spoken or what lifes been showing you individually, everybody needs that three am phone call to make to have to receive to count on to hold on to when the liquors worn off and the musics stopped and the tears wont fall or wont stop and you cant remember how to breathe and you just need someone, that ordinary special someone to be a witness, to you, for you, for your life, your pain, in the middle of the night, when the devil of your thoughts come calling, that middle of the night phone call may just about save your life.