"I thought I made it out of the dark-then I slipped right back." A raw, unflinching track about the nights nobody talks about: the relapse, the gap between who you want to be and who you are, a mind you call defective but can't throw away. With no one left to lean on but himself, he drifts through the Friday night lights, searching for a place his heart can land-too sad even for tears. Hook by Clark. Press play on a rainy night.