evenings and late nights

forget the warmth of the day,
the scorching heat of the midday sun,
or the deafening sound of the day it was..

as the dusk blankets the sky
and the weary sun shines its last rays for the day
darkness will fall for my heart..

i hate evenings and late nights
anxiety starts at the strike of the clock
for i know deep in the pale lights of the streets
the evening calls are just about to start

on these chilli nights i wait
patiently with heart pounding to the beat
i lay silent and restrained 

hope it ends soon
hope itll never happen again
these are the nights when i bleed
these are the nights.....

cause when your converstation starts
...i feel that your at the farthest from my heart