My darkness calls to you like no other,
Time and time again,
We find ourselves back again,
Under the street lights,
In between the desperate and shameful,
Under the broken neon lights,
Casting a dull glow over the bar stools we stain,
Can you hear me?
There’s nothing to fight this,
We tried…walking, running,
And you know how to fix me without my telling,
Such a strong words to broken hearts like ours,
But we make it work with the cracks and bite marks.
Bury yourselves in my under those broken neon lights,
And I promise to make my darkness sing your praises.