These Kinds of Nights

These are the kinds of nights Where you're tired of feeling You're tired of fighting You're barely staying alive You want to swallow a few pills Maybe drink a beer or two Pull out your stash of weed Anything You'll do anything to send your mind elsewhere But you realize that being under the influence isn't enough You've smoked so many joints Gone through bottles and bottles of medicine Used every wine glass in your cabinet And it all comes back to this If only... You could feel numb forever As you travel down the highway, you think "what would happen if I just jerked the wheel a little?" As you lie in your bathtub, you think "what if I forgot to turn the water off?" As you press the knife to your wrist, you think "what if I cut a little closer to the vein?" What if...