The sad thing about tonight is that I'm all alone
I might have even forgotten this feeling,
but I bruise of unnamed numbers in my phone
I can't quite seem to get to healing.

For every call that I have ever made,
For every ways that my heart came to break,
For every single one of my mistakes
Tonight is the night that showed on my face.

Unnamed digits though I know each one clearly
I've deleted those numbers maybe a thousand times
but each time they seem to like the way that I cry,
So tonight is the night that I've grown weary.

So Goodbye
For tonight is the night,
where everything feels right.