Self Portrait With Thing (Tonight Is Not Your Night)

Destroyer

Honey, I know I know, you were born to give
And I also know I'm not the one
you've been dying to slip off with into the night
Cherished radical, I always knew you had it in you
Trials by fire are so easily won
just try not to burn and things might not get worse
Hollowed-out valleys now rattle with the curse that
tonight is not your night
It's not your night

Well, I followed the cries to a second-story flat and
in praise of bad luck, I threw down the homemade hat she made
Soon, the feral beast did beautify
our wounds with a body that knew
you shouldn't hurt the ones you love
unless you really want to

Tried to celebrate the world, not hurl insults at a girl
but that finite rush which destroys every one of us
is good destruction
Yeah, Hannah, you heard it here first
It's the good destruction

Now it's one forty-five and for some reason
it's the season of trying to stay alive
So, let's stick together and breathe beneath the weather
It will be our doing

Son, given the right occasion
I'd put myself up for sale
to post the necessary bail
that would free you from This kingdom
but tonight is not your night
It's not your night