A cover version of night time

There’s no home
In a place that seems
To burn to the ground
After a certain time
Every night.
Daytimes can be
Distractions, letting you
Feel approximations
Of how you used
To want to feel all
The time, but once
The sun is old enough
To hit your squinting eyes
Then it’s almost time
To close your eyes
And pretend that the
Night is just a trick
Of the light, and that
The flames may have
Been dull, but they
Were never put out,
And it’s too late to
Start dousing them now.
The fear cancels out
Nothing, and the boredom
Equals the sadness;
And you’re ready to
Stare at the amber loss
Until your eyes feel sore.