December 27, 2017
By Anonymous

The lights from my neighbors room at night, they are always on at night.

Sometimes I see their shadows, I see them as they fight.

The girl, she seems so angry, always throwing her hands in the air,

The man, he sits and reads, he does not even care.

I see her reach for the liquor draw she keeps by her bed,

I see him reach for the remote, he does not lift his head.

The lights from my neighbors room, keeps me up at night

I try to block them with shades, but that light is so bright

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