Every Night
She was looking to find me on the floor
Liked to smoke every night away
We were looking to find a piece of the light
In a way that we understood
I used to go out in the sun
I used to speak to everyone
It takes a lot not to blame
All of my anger on the world
What's the point of blaming?
What's the point of hating?
I used to go out in the sun
I used to speak to everyone
It feels like I've been robbed
Stolen right out of my crib
