- cifra
It's midnight and
It's 90 degrees
Raining across the South End again
Out in the backyard
Backed up to the church
We're lit up
Like skeletons
I don't remember
Why I called
I don't remember
Much at all
Late at night
Wrong or right
Feels like
I'm drinking again
It's a short
Behind our eyes
It's a thousand kilowatt
Light show
It's a trick
Of the optic nerve
A spasm of memory
It's a fiction of comfort
It's a means to an end
I called the monster inside tonight
It's a mean way
To end
