It's been a long night.
3 girls, talking about their loves.
Talking about their lives.
Maybe drinking a little too much.
Arriving home is a relief, as I stumble down -
Down to my room.
I'm not so much drunk as tired of talking,
Tired of trying to retell something I can't even explain to myself.
I curl up in bed,
feet tucked under eachother, fetal, with my knees to my chest. The bed neat and tidy, not sheet out of place. Such a contrast to the days in months past when you'd be over. Everything'd get so messed.
I stare at the stars on my ceiling, glowing in the night.
How I wonder where you are,
thinking of you with every sigh.
How you are, if you're okay.
What, if we were to see each other, we'd say...
My thoughts tire out, and my eyes drift shut, but the stream of my subconscious to my dreams has not been cut.
3 girls, talking about their loves.
Talking about their lives.
Maybe drinking a little too much.
Arriving home is a relief, as I stumble down -
Down to my room.
I'm not so much drunk as tired of talking,
Tired of trying to retell something I can't even explain to myself.
I curl up in bed,
feet tucked under eachother, fetal, with my knees to my chest. The bed neat and tidy, not sheet out of place. Such a contrast to the days in months past when you'd be over. Everything'd get so messed.
I stare at the stars on my ceiling, glowing in the night.
How I wonder where you are,
thinking of you with every sigh.
How you are, if you're okay.
What, if we were to see each other, we'd say...
My thoughts tire out, and my eyes drift shut, but the stream of my subconscious to my dreams has not been cut.
