Some nights, I stay up cashing my bad luck; some nights,
I call it a draw
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for
What do I stand for? what do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know anymore

This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for?
Why don't we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype -
save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked,
But here they come again to jack my style

That's alright
That's alright; I found a martyr in my bed tonight
She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am

Some nights, I wish that this all would end
Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again
Some nights, I always win

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh lord, I still don't know what I stand for
What do I stand for? what do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know anymore

Anymore