Goodnight

I’d say anything at all
Just to chase away the night
And though these broken metaphors could fall
So neatly into rhyme,
I can’t find anything
Let my silence fill the dark
Til the chords start falling slow
But the morning hours resolve upon
A fragile strand of notes
That won’t hold anything
Now it all spins madly out of sight
But I have never learned to see defeat
Armed with my denial I will fight
As though these lonesome melodies could bring relief