Screeching Weasel

Every Night
I'm not feeling human anymore Half connected all the time Each night I document the things I've done The pointless points I've made for stupid reasons Every night I'm always the same You're pounding on my brain Tonight and every night I lie down clenching up my teeth Trying to fall asleep I've sat and smoked a billion cigarettes And wished to hell that you were here My stained and calloused fingers hold a pen Scratching apologies to you too late too little Every night I pay off my debts Trust me I don't forget Tonight and every night I will analyze everything And make myself count the ways I fucked up today From Letras Mania