Every night of late

I'm wide awake

Because I feel

That every last mistake

That I have made

Has me in pieces.

I smile to your face

(And it is)

A lie just the same

(As if I)

I washed it all away

(And I showed)

My empty plate.

With every hour that passes

I try to tell myself

What I know

That night are only ashes

Of days gone by burned

Black and broken.

I wear them on my skin

Ahead when I begin

To run I chase until it follows.