Rob Lynch - Some Nights

I'm sorry Sir
We haven't got a cure
You might have a few weeks left
We're not quite sure,
Just keep taking these pills,
And they'll keep making you ill,
Until we find out anymore.
I wish that I could go out
And buy you new parts, so I can fix you,
But I know that I can't.

I lie with my face up to the ceiling,
And I'm wondering what's beyond,
The family's all around us and you're barley hanging on,
So I whisper in your ear, I swear to god I'll make you proud,
I've got to do this on my own

I'm sorry Sir,
We still don't have a cure
I think spending all these nights in bars will somehow save my soul,
Some days, just let the sadness in, oh,
Just don't see this as giving in.
I wish that you could out and buy me new thoughts,
To fix my flaws,
But I know that you can't

I lie with my face up to the ceiling,
And I'm wondering what's beyond,
The family's all around us and you're barley hanging on,
So I whisper in your ear, I swear to god I'll make you proud,
I've got to do this on my own

Some days and some nights,
It gets the best of me,
Some days and some nights,
It gets the best of anyone.

I lie with my face up to the ceiling
And I'm wondering what's beyond,
The family's all around us,
You were barely hanging on,
So I whisper in your ear, I swear to god I'd make you proud,
I've got to do this on my own
And I'll try not to let you down

Written by:
Rob Lynch

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