Last night was a disaster,
and it won't get any better
from here on, I suppose.
Right now I'm choking on an endless monologue.
I toss and turn, that feeling's gone.
You know I'm howling alone.
is it that I
always feel so out of place?
It's quite amazing
how you can be so goddamn lonely
with 500.000 people living in your city.
And I can't shake this shaky feeling
that I get when things get heated.
The city sleeps, I have trouble sleeping.
Is it light depression or just some dark days?
Either way, I will be fine.
Either way, it will never change.
You keep sending signals that I can't process,
that's why I always make a mess,
that's why I never stay the night.