In the Night
ajai combelic
You don't know why
You act this way
But it's clear to
Everyone else
Watching you pull
Away at the seams
Your shaky frame
Laid bare underneath
In the night
When you call on me
Ask me why
It's always your fault
In the night
When you call on me
I'll tell you it's fine
No reason to plead
Perfect is painless
Or it should appear
For even the framework
Is glossed up and veneered
Withered the same
Thick coats of disdain
What you can't control
Or put to the flame
In the night
When you call on me
Ask me why
It's always your fault
In the night
When you call on me
If I should refrain
How would you fold?