I look up upon a sparsely starred abyssHaving wandered to this street cornerIn the middle of the nightWatching the cars and people go byWonderingIf this deep, black nothingnessIs the sum total of being human.
Under a night’s skyFilled with a hundred billion starsIs it so crazy to believeOur paths were destined to cross?
What a cruel irony it is, that we get to choose our thoughts but not our feelings.
You are my drug of choiceI know you’re no good for meAnd though I swear my lipsWill never touch you againHere we are, here we are.
Call me obsessed, color me consumedI’ve always been the type to noticeThe smell of a rose in bloom,But let me confess, this is newYou’ve stopped my heart, let it resumeAnd I, to finish, must tell it trueI’m high on your perfume.
Sometimes it feels like even ifEvery inch of my skin was touching yoursI still wouldn’t be close enough to you.
Love gives the best of highsBut also the worst of hangovers.
As joy dwindles with the yearsI wistfully recallWhen the christmas treeLooked ten feet tallAnd the presents under itSeemed endless And more Than mere wrapping paper.
Sleepless nightsSpent looking at the ceilingSearching in those etched patternsFor some sort of adhesiveTo glue together the broken piecesOf a soul crushedBy the weight of the fact thatLife is profoundly sad.
Fate is the cruelest of masters, takingLife when it pleases or at random, handingRigged decks to whom it pleases, cheatingAll alike and none the wiser, takingEverything away from those with nothing.
I wish I could see butterflies burst from cocoonsWithout tempering my amazementKnowing all beauty eventually dies.
As artists, we create the beautyWe are too afraid to live outAnd search, but always fall just shyOf finding what life is about.
Question marks are met with periodsBy people full of arroganceThey have every answer, nothing mysteriousAnd yet they have no evidence.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want youI’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish you were mineThe truth is, you stole my heart from afarThe truth is, you still have it.
Time machine to the pastStep back a few yearsOld feelings, like LazarusSuddenly reappear.It’s your song on the radioAnd it’s your hand in mineAs this wave crashes over meOur stars again come unaligned.