i was drowning
but then came the pouring rain
and for the first time i could breathe
the glass on the table no longer tempting,
the voices in my head no longer speaking,
and the smoke that suffocated me have left for the night.
sober nights like this are what make me glad i didn't call you in the dark of night,
asking for a place in your heart that was never mine.
sober nights like this are what make me realize i was right,
right not to ask favors you were sure to decline.
they say doing nothing is an impossible thing to do, but sober nights like this are when i do impossible things for you.
shattered glass on the floor
but they were not mine nor were they yours
because we kept ours and so we dont bleed
i know tomorrow the wolves will howl again,
i know tomorrow i will miss the silent,
but while i can say this to myself, i'll ever be grateful for
sober nights like this take up my regrets,
regrets that i could have had if i crept on your blankets in the moonlight.
sober nights like this give ease to things i fret,
because here i get acknowledge the cost of fleeting delights.
the ghouls in my head make it hard for me to see, but sober nights like this let me know what's good for me.
the glass on the table no longer tempting,
the voices in my head no longer speaking,
and the smoke that suffocated me have left for the night.
i know tomorrow the wolves will howl again,
i know tomorrow i will miss the silent,
but while i have control over myself, i want to burn this to my head:
sober nights like this come and go,
and i know tomorrow i'll be drunk in my thoughts.
sober nights like this are hard to let go,
and even harder to remember after the return of the demons i fought.
i'm a slave to the darkness that broods inside, but at least in sober nights like this, for a while, to myself, i can lie.
lowkey in song format