Some nights I lay awake late

Trying hard not to make them about you.

To not pick your knife and betray a good day

But what's a broken man to do?

The very knife I keep close.

Under the pillow or in a pocket always;

To remind and keep away at bay

If what happened once happens again.

Most nights aren't the same though.

Most nights are easy to get rid off,

With another early start, or a tired day's reward.

But my love for a night isn't all lost.

My love for nights I left with you, love

To love them like I would,

At nights stay awake late, when I don't,

That way let them feel loved, as we could.