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.