There's not much else to complain about...
Not much else you could say throughout...
At the end of the day the lights go out...
And the filth is free to walk about...

Overnight I'm... Hazy.

God seems to sleep when the moon comes up...
By the end of the day he's had enough...
Everyday doesn't seem so tough...
When the sun won't shine to call your bluff...

Overnight I'm... Crazy.

In the darkest sky my mind is loud...
Because everyday can't beat me down...
When the moon comes up there's not a sound...
And the sun, it sleeps beneath the ground...

Overnight I'm... Fading.

I understand the wind and trees...
And the softly spoken summer breeze...
Humming frogs and sleeping bees...
Take my life away from me...

Overnight I'm... Praying.

There's not much else to complain about...
Not much else you could say throughout...
At the end of the day the lights go out...
And I am free to breathe aloud...

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