It has come to me that my dignity And my darkest insecurities have met Like two birds face off on some power line Pissed, tired and unwilling to turn back And nothing hurts like the quiet And there's no healing like moonlight I am accustomed to this battle every night And long ago, my mother taught Me about the crucial act of simply showing up And though I'll fail, I'll try my best To replicate her unrelenting love And the time it throttles forwards And human folly pushes back Like a boxer full of nothing left to lose And the bout feels neverending Until the judges call the fight I am accustomed to this battle every night I am accustomed to this battle every night