Why is the Night

You still ache for the girl Flung from hell into your living room She stirred you up a step then dragged Herself back to the heat Why is the night Treating you this way Still you're looking for A place to stay Hell is made out of guilt Heaven out of pride The guilty are simply self-aware Days and nights treat them all the same Nightmarish but confirmed By masses to be sane Why is the night Treating you this way Still you're looking for A place to stay Equally fictitious As heaven and as hell But not as cruel as this earth I leave but you never close the door My problem is I think twice And then some more