Another night...
Too late for regrets, too early for a change.
The same circle, the same fight.
Soon I'll be laying in bed wishing I never had to sleep, but I do.
Tomorrow is a brand new day, why worry?
It's a good time for a cigarette.

Its been a wonderful, terrible night.
The sun is up, so am I.
But its never over until the fat lady sings...
I'm so tired...

I almost posted... close calls are scary.