Overnighter - In the Yeet of the Night Lyrics

Happy anniversary to your sobriety
I would cheers to that
Idle hands become sharpen blades
So you took up macramé
Acquired knitting needles
To construct yourself a shield
To guard you from all those Ill Visors
The poison tattooed on your wrist
Reminds you of your next of kin
I hope you hold to that
There's a place inside your head
It's a Room without a light and a desk Without a chair
You've been looking for the door
A door without a knob
And it makes you wonder if you've Ever been there
If you need an ear
Just give me a call
Even if
It's in the yeet of the night