It's midnight and It's 90 degrees Raining across the South End again Out in the backyard Backed up to the church We're lit up Like skeletons I don't remember Why I called I don't remember Much at all Late at night Wrong or right Feels like I'm drinking again It's a short Behind our eyes It's a thousand kilowatt Light show It's a trick Of the optic nerve A spasm of memory It's a fiction of comfort It's a means to an end I called the monster inside tonight It's a mean way To end