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...
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