The night forgets they day’s pain.
The night forgets who’s asleep
And morning comes and some don’t wake up,
It forgets the sounds
How loud the world is and weighs on us like a ton of pounds,

The night forgets the Wedding Bells,
It forgets the promises
And wakes me by someone who’s probably somebody else’s Mrs.

I hope the night forgives but doesn’t forget my friends
I hope it looks past our sins,
I hope it knows that when I said dying in your sleep is the best way to go, that wasn’t a dare.

The night forgets the shards of broken glass on shelves
And morning comes and I’m traumatised again
Feeling feelings I’ve felt and regret before
Soaring in the aftermath of yesterday’s misdeeds
Because...