some nights, i stay up cashing in all of my bad luck and
failed dreams.
some nights, i brake all of the rules.
the rules i made, and the rules 'they' made.
because some times, i have to ask why?
or rather, why not?
some nights, i wake up and see your ghost.
some nights, i leave things for the black and white to settle
because gray is an achromatic.
some nights, your ghost is like a martyr in my bed.
asking for my sympathy and attention.
some nights,
i just dont know what im waiting for,
no
what we're waiting for.
