Why is it
That at night
I feel like I have to write

I did this all day
but I still have words
I'd like to say

Things I want to hear
new feelings I have to learn

I stay awake
I lay
pizza cigarette ****
calling me

more I intake
the less I make
myself feel better

If I can write a letter
to my troubled past
tell me the future's here
and it kicked my ***

I'll always remember those days
that I stayed awake
because my pen
had something else to say