Lying on the beach,
it's getting darker each time you blink.
Hear the colorful explosions up high,
the sky is in chaos, don't you think?

Forget what I told you,
leave those words to the tide.
The stars are peaking through,
my ignorance is wild and wide.

A handful of white rocks,
you smile like a maniac.
Breathing out hoaxes,
while I play piano on your back.

The fireworks stopped,
you gave me black rocks.
My blanket was made for two,
yet another startling paradox.

Nothing is insignificant.

Remember that
there are parallel universes
and each universe
contains infinite galaxies
and each galaxy
contains beautiful constellations
of innumerable stars.

Remember that
each galaxy
has a multitude of planets
and each planet
is made up
of massive volume.

You.

You are living on
one of these planets
in one of those galaxies,
surrounded by stars;

a solid figure
on the map of our universe
among other worlds;

a permanent location
on this figurative map
known as life.

Just imagine the disarray
you could create
if  you chose
to stop existing on
this galactic map of mine.

And I sat on his front porch,
watched the sun and the stars
appear and disappear.

I kept tapping on his window,
I kept knocking on his door.

I peaked through the glass
and saw his hair grew longer

but he still takes his coffee black,
he still leaves the big light on when he sleeps.
He still puts on his left sock first
and still plays the same Cigarettes After *** vinyl
when he writes.

He still hangs his ***** clothes on that three-legged chair,
still hates the smell of wine
and still smiles sideways.

Mother says my best quality is patience

and so I sat on his front porch,
watched the sun and the stars
appear and disappear.

I kept tapping on his window,
I kept knocking on his door.
I kept asking for my heart back
but of course

he still plays his music too loud.