2:00 AM

I throw on my mother’s sunglasses
So I can make a note for myself.
I won’t admit to needing anybody
But I could sure use the help.

Alone again and the glasses hide the glare,
I tried to write a little piece of something
But there’s nothing in the air.

Fires burn somewhere
So hot that you couldn’t touch,
But I’m stuck in my mother’s sunglasses
Trying to write something that won’t hurt much.

I need to know myself
And so I try to write it down,
I’m hard to capture on paper,
Even harder to describe in sound.