Verse 1
Late nights take flight in my mind’s eye/
Never mind why, I just lie in bed, sigh/
And roll over, as I go over/
These memories, see full disclosure/
I get depressed, when it’s late (when it’s late)/
Cuz I’m so far away/
From where I want to be, and it’s hauntin me/
Honestly I’ll never be who I oughtta be/
But it only bothers me after midnight/
My mood falls harder than a plane in midflight/
The truth alters when you know that there ain’t no light/
Cuz you falter when you think about your own life/
Yeah, I can see my regret/
The night is a mirror, I use it to reflect/
And what do I see?
Familiar faces looking back at me/
Old girls, old friends, old days/
These images roll over me like waves/
Time long past, people long gone/
It’s funny how in life we never really move onnnn/
So many memories/
I wonder how the world will remember me?
A lost boy who was afraid of the dark/
Or fighter, who made it cuz he had heart/
He took the bad parts, and he made art/
He found beauty even in the worst scars/
And the North Star, was what he aimed for/
Cuz greatness, was what he came for/
And the last words, as I fall to sleep/
Just a whisper calling me in my dreams/
He took the bad parts, and he made art/
And he made art/
(maybe do something here with an echo filtery thing)