Night of Mine

What’s left is a bed in the corner

A dark cloud above to comfort you at night

All the episodes are in order

You’ll be asleep soon just grip the blanket tight

Tears have stains your pillow

And your eyes grow puffier each day

When did you begin to feel so hollow?

Where is your escape? Your getaway?

Maybe you’ll wake up to the sun

Or perhaps you’ll still be awake to greet it

The night is behind you, there’s no need to run

Maybe today will be different