My nights are filled with the aroma of whiskey, the bitterness of black coffee, and the solace of late hours. While others chase the sunrise, I find comfort in the quietude of midnight. I'm not one for the sweetness of mornings or the confines of routine. I march to the beat of my own drum, preferring the mysteries of the night to the certainties of the day. So, while you're too sweet for me, I'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black, and my bed at three.