Why does sadness get me late at night?
When my thoughts are blurred by the fullness of the day
And my ideas degrade to simple whispers
Why does sadness get me late at night?
When a senseless song suddenly transforms into a lifestyle
And my memories take me on a ride through yesterday.
Why does sadness get me late at night?
Why not in the middle of a dinner party, or as I jump up and down in a bar
And my laughs cover my thoughts, making me numb.
Why do many whys seem to always close my day?
While I contemplate my mind shut down, slowly, heavily, heavenly
And my dreams become white noise, as my lamp turns off.
