All Night

Stay up all night

Can’t handle tomorrow 

Rather dance in the dark until my legs are weak and my head is spinning

I’ll say I put up a fight

Against the second hand ticking in my mind

Tried to lull the sun back to sleep

And despite how hard I try 

the dark tucks me in

Wraps my hair

Closes my eyes

And I wake with the sun

And wait another night to dance again

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