These Nights - Paper Arms

Broken record getting tired

Lacking any motivation

Sick of living uninspired

With this head full of frustration

These hands held the days they needed to

But these nights are the ones I hold on to

Forcing smiles but they see it

Trying hard to find a balance

First we wanted their opinions

Now we’re rigging all the ballots

As the days are stripped and buried

Ripped out of my mind

The road ahead and clarity

It seems, not so hard to find

These are nights we’ll hold onto

As the silence clears the room

These are nights we’ll hold onto

Like I never really knew

These are nights we’ll hold onto