Here's to one more night of staying out latenGiven options that I never contemplatenPierce my head with what I hear, what I writenWhile I bite the bullet already in flightnHere's to one more timeless nightnnThis manic angst is so far gone nMy body and brain just won't get along nAnd I've tried so hard, so fucking hardnBut I can't, I won't existnnNot one clear star in this shrouded citynAnd I never thought she was all that prettynBut it's a matter of judgment,nAnd I'm not one to judge the fakenSo I'm leavingnnGoodbyenI hope you all fucking nTry.