Every Night - Screeching Weasel

Sometimes people make use of false guilts

So, they find an excuse for closing their eyes to their very real guilts

I’m not feeling human anymore

Half connected all the time

Each night I document the things I’ve done

The pointless points I’ve made for stupid reasons

Every night, every night

Every night I’m always the same

You’re pounding on my brain

Tonight, every night

I lie down clenching up my teeth

Trying to fall asleep

I’ve sat and smoked a billion cigarettes

And wished to hell that you were here

My stained and calloused fingers hold a pen

Scratching apologies to you

Too late, too little

Every night, every night

Every night I pay off my debts

Trust me, I don’t forget

Tonight and every night

I will analyze everything

And make myself count the ways

I fucked up today