Please consider concrete kisses all over my body and face I don't want to live much longer, though I know the earth's my place And my body and bones, they never feel like my own Oh I guess God makes mistakes I'm running fingers over painted glass and shapes of red and green But you don't understand how the world is turning And you don't understand how the wind blows at night And I've been getting tired of chasing feelings I know will leave when it's light God I hate the night and its nocturnal sounds I don't feel safe at all I fall limp to the ground God I hate the night and its nocturnal sounds On September 11th I almost died I passed out in the bathroom, I fractured my spine And I cried No one could hear me cry So a fragile mess, I made my way back home My room was cold, my windows closed And I laughed it off, alone in my room It could've been the last time my body moved God I hate the night and its nocturnal sounds I don't feel safe at all I fall limp to the ground God I hate the night and its nocturnal sounds God I hate the night and its nocturnal sounds