It's

just another night

when most people are sleeping

and

I should be sleeping too

but

I'm not alone tonight

I'm kept company with my thoughts

they're throwing a party inside my head

but

it's not the kind of party I would like to be at

it's a party celebrating my faults

my guilts

everything I've every done wrong

It looks like it's going to go

all night long

and

i can't tell the depressivly drunk partygoers to leave my house

because

if I evict them

I evict myself

and that's not really something I'd like to do

so

I sit in my box

alone with my thoughts

and

wait for the party to stop

so

I can sleep.