youve had too much to drink the past casts a shadow with its fingers in your hair reminds you whats no longer there with the cuts that scar your mind afflictions that dont heal with time you slowly map the fading lights in the parking lots of these endless nights and yet. and yet.. and yet... driving in the morning light the streets we passed early that night your almost home but you couldnt care its just a room theres nothing there tomorrow will be just the same a different room a different name youve told yourself youd be alright in the funeral of the nightlife "a threaded needle is love for ones as lost as us what would god say to me? what could god say to me?" and yet. and yet.. and yet...