Another Late Night

It's another one of those late night
with all these fake fights
bottled up inside my head
and they bite
leaving marks upon my skin
far to real for me to pretend
that they're not there
and this late night
is one of those nights of fright
where my eyes are burned
by the sun light
peaking over the horizon
like a monster ready to take flight
and I scream to you
ugly sunrise let me go
back home
to the place where I belong
in her warm arms
but these late nights
seem to feel just right
when I'm imagining fake bites
from fake fights
on my skin.