Every morning I wake up and wait
For the day to end as fast as it can
And the night to come sooner.
That\'s why I sleep during the day.
Night is good for a lonely, broken,
And misanthropic person.
At night, I can walk down the street alone
With no cockroaches running beside me.
I can lie on my terrace,
Look at the lost moon
And count the stars.
I can escape the walls of my room
That try to strangle me.
I can talk to Harry and smoke cigarettes,
And we can both laugh on those
Mentally depraved prophets
Until the devilish sun rises again.