Be Your Own 3am

I took my shoes off Crawled into bed Thought I had nothing left And I got his number In january It was so freezing I am ruined best when i am cold And my love got too old And I was left alone I just needed someone Who would appreciate the growth And Ican remember the last time I enjoyed the snow Now I hold my own hands In crowds of bands and my friends Jan always says to me You gotta be your own 3am