Some nights

Some nights, I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights, I call it a draw
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they’d just fall off

And that’s alright; I found a martyr in my bed tonight
She stops my bones from wondering just who I am

— Fun

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