I’m afraid of the night I’m afraid of the demons that have become more familiar than the angels Because the angels always refuse to come And the demons have this sweet way of embracing you With the sweet caress of the noose They watch you and tell you Come with me. I’m afraid of him And everything he’s doing to me. The days I’ve spent playing games with him The days I’ve looked alive for him But the model’s been dead It’s why I’m awake At 3 am Running to the light But tripping on the bodies Drowning in the sea of her cigarettes and alcohol Getting home is a marathon And I just can’t breathe anymore.