THESE NIGHTS - Lana Diego

“It’s always the nights that hurt the most.”     It’s 2 a.m., I lay awake,     Listening to sounds the city makes.     Turn to look at you but you fade away,     It’s been two years, four months, and a day.       I light another smoke, I pour a drink,       Helps me not to feel, whilst I try not to think.       The empty room cuts like glass tonight,       Count the hours left until the light.     These nights, they don’t let me sleep,     Dig up secrets I swore I’d keep.     These nights, just me and my head,     Chasing streetlights across my bed.     These nights — they never end,     These nights, these nights, they never end.     Pick up my phone, type in your number there,     I don’t call, I wouldn’t dare.     These nights, they’ll never pass, oh,     Like you —     You still echo through these nights.       The clock hands drag, the walls close in,       I wear your absence on my skin.       Every room’s a place you’ve been,       Every night just pulls me in.     These nights, they don’t let me sleep,     Dig up secrets I swore I’d keep.     These nights, just me and my head,     Chasing streetlights across my bed.     These nights — they never end,     These nights — they never end,     These nights, these nights, they never end.     I said I was fine, I lied again,     These nights don’t end, they twist, they bend.     You’d hold my hand, take away my rum,     So I’ll wait for the light that will never come.     These nights, they don’t let me sleep,     Dig up secrets I swore I’d keep.     These nights, just me and my head,     Chasing streetlights across my bed.     These nights — they never end,     These nights, these nights, they never end. “Good morning, darling…”