long brackish fingertipsnsinking in tarnished watered down drinksnand i will get you one of these daysnin the night time when i am awake ni'll put away these long unfinished booksncovered in cigarette buttsnon this late night evening with my friendsnthis bottle of beer will dance to anythingnnwith all of my sleep-o-phobianover drinks from the music mafianwe are smoking casuallynour smokey days awaynnand you kiss me back, surprisingnwith my drunken hands drunk driving through your hairnand i am realizing that i never want to go to sleep againnbut goodnightnnpull me up, with your little handsnand diamond eyes, goodnightndrag me home just to fall asleepnin your arms, goodnightnin the shadows you can see the angelsnand the devils tonightnnand i watch the night skynas it races above me like nall of these late nights that are haunting menand the garbage and the flowers litter the streetsnwhere everything falls apart eventuallynand i like the wind in the treesnand the shots from the bars that are following menon this late night evening with my friendsnthis bottle of beer will dance to anything tonightnnpull me up, with your little handsnand diamond eyes, goodnightndrag me home just to fall asleepnin your arms, goodnightnin the shadows you can see the angelsnand the devils tonightnnpull me upndrag me home just to fall asleepnin your arms, goodnightnin the shadows you can see the angelsnand the devils