Night High: 3

I'm standing in a 24-hour laundromat at 3 a.m., blood under my fingernails I don't remember earning. The fluorescent tubes buzz like trapped hornets. A woman in a pink bathrobe folds towels, humming a lullaby from my childhood. She looks up.

Night high 3 doesn't end. It just… upgrades. Title: Night High 3

But night high 3 — that's the one where the high turns on you. night high 3

Passed a church, passed a pawn shop shrine Passed a face that looked like mine He said: "Third night's the one where you forget to lie" I said: "I never learned how — that's why I'm still alive"

"You lost something," she says.

Don't let me come down… Not yet… One more mile… Night high 3…

On night high 1 , I ran from the cops. Night high 2 , I kissed the barrel of a Glock. Now 3 — I just walk the fault line between the prayer of the neon and the piss of the fiend. I'm standing in a 24-hour laundromat at 3 a

She smiles. "No. You left it with the other two nights. This one — you brought something back instead."