A Threaded Needle

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...