Midnight People

So "happy in a haze of a drunken hour"
Long for the saddest song to keep you sour

Midnight people, midnight cars
Midnight streets, midnight bars

Smeared with tears drinking with cynics for friends
A night out's not a night out if the night out never ends

Prick a finger, left to linger
Feeling the years, dulling your fears

A lover's love has you bored to bust
Sweet smelling sheets and a long for lust

Fleeting heart, arrows shot to burst the suns
Sober eyes are the truest ones