I remember nights like these, Mordechai.

Song: Kwak Jineon - Freely

Mordechai, I remember nights like these,
My thoughts would dance and now, they're jumping off a cliff.
Mordechai, I hate to see you like this.
The vodka has dulled you down
And I'm sorry that this world and its mediocrity couldn't keep you around.
I'm calling out your name Mordechai, I'm screaming at you.
I'm repackaging your gift of life and begging you to please stay alive.
Oh, Mordechai, why do your words whither when you call?
When your speech slurs, I wonder if you think it's worth it at all.
I know you're lost, Mordechai, it seems I might know it most.
But lost doesn't have to be spirits running down your throat.

Oh and Mordechai, I keep running into your past.
Though they all brush past you, you can't help it when it comes to that lass.
She's pulling you towards that deep end because you're searching for meaning again.
But meaning found with her has little truth in it and you know it well.
Don't you, Mordechai? Don't you? Why is it that I feel like a fool?
To watch the same thing happen again, oh Mordechai, I can't bear it.
You've skinned me and rubbed acid and I have to stand by to watch you through.
Why is it Mordechai, that you want to return to those ruins?
Don't you know Mordechai, that whatever truth you're searching for, has only ever been known by you?

When the night gets dreary and a little too quiet,
And the unforgiving waves of thoughts and questions attempt to drown you,
When the beat of your heart matches that silent death song,
Mordechai, dearest Mordechai,
I remember nights when you gave me light,
Then, I wonder how I can give it back to you.
Slow down, Mordechai put the glass down.
Listen to yourself a little, laugh a little at what you have to say,
Let the spirits die down, take a rest Mordechai, settle down.
You've got a life worth living and this is not living, no, not even for you.
You, in the midst of it,
You, masking it,
You caught up in it, 
You, within that lonely despair of temporary comfort, 
No, Mordechai, this isn't living, not even for you.

Don't hit the bottom again, Mordechai,
They will not comfort you the way the bottom of your empty glasses do.
But if I ever find you there Mordechai, 
I'll scour day and night to find your light,
I'll bring back the spark in you.
You must, at least by then realize,
That being loved in any sense, is enough to keep trudging on that boring walk of life.
Though it pricks at your soles and claws at your skin,
Mordechai, Live! Mordechai!
See how the monotony of a life well lived blooms.
See it with me, Ponder with me, Wonder with me,
Live to see it all with me, Mordechai,
The greatest pleasures of the future.
Though you're swayed by the illusion of a heavy life ahead,
The heaviness is yet to exist Mordechai,
And what lies ahead are burdens that were never yours to keep.

I remember nights like these, Mordechai,
Nights where we find ourselves low.
Then we take each other to the stars and stay there for a while.
I remember nights like these, Mordechai,
They gave me a reason to be alive.
I only hope you remember them too.
I only hope you'll find that truth, Mordechai,
I always hope you'll find your time here worthwhile.

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