A nightly ritual linger Occurs a numbing in my finger Results of something bitter Its something I consider When I wanna do it right I'm posted up inside almost every night Work under dim desk light I almost have a heart attack every time Why would I think that it's just fine To be out and about when I feel so alive Think I'll be alright When I'm out and about and on my own time A nightly ritual linger Occurs a numbing in my finger Results of something bitter Its something I consider When I haven't done it right I've done messed up and I'm seeing lights I freakout In due time I'm losing everything that's mine And I can't catch my breath Why would I think that it's just fine To be out and about when I feel so alive Think Ill be alright When I'm out and about and on my own time