At midnight I stare out our window.
I see lights out into the far distance.
They are colorful and breathtaking,
But surrounding them is the darkness.

At 1:00 a.m. I look at our unmade bed
Sheets of pale white that are unblemished
Our innocence it mirrors back to us.
Oh what a beautiful mess it could be.

At 2:00 a.m. I see steam float around me.
Is it your shower, or the fog that follows us?
You know why we're here in this place,
The stationary bible with a film of dust.

At 3:00 a.m. I listen to your voice.
It's like a never ending echo in my mind.
I hear the truth screaming inside you,
But I can see that you will still refrain.

At 4:00 a.m. I close my eyes on today.
You are gone chasing another high
But really you're too scared of yourself.
So alone in room 93, I shall stay once more.