Just those kind of nights
Slept throughout the day,
Feels like I’ve slept through my life.
Wide awake I lay—
It’s just that kind of night.
I've become a spectator of my own life,
Not a wink, even though I’ve turned off the light.
Switching postures, counting sheep,
Tried every last bit—
I guess it’s just those kinds of night.
I'm not living in the past,
Or in the present, for that matter.
Tried everything to feel alive,
But the hour I’m thinking all this… isn’t quite right.
I understand now—
It’s just those kinds of night.
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