I know it's wrong, but tonight I need it.
It's never at it's worse, some night's it's just too heavy.

Back has been tight for days, wound up like a Jack forgotten in his box.
My mind stretched to weariness and it feels much older than my heart.

   Tonight I will kick myself.
      Tonight I will give myself hell.
         Tonight I will get a little too rough.
All I can do will never be enough.

I can do good for months on end all the while knowing that this night always arrives.
One long night of tearing my fingernails off, trying to remind myself that I can still touch lives.

                                     The Masked Marauder