on lonely nights like these,

i stare at the moon
thinking of you
i wonder if
you miss me
the way i miss you

i count the stars
making wishes on them
hoping that you're
still in love
with me
because lately
i've been having doubts
about us

i take a walk
down memory lane
and remind myself
of how perfect
we once were
it was us
against the world
now it's you
versus me

we are supposed
to be in love
right?
is love supposed
to feel like
this?

i feel like
the nights are
getting longer
and the days
are never really bright
my heart aches
and longs for you
i feel like
a shipwreck
of feelings

i'm pacing
back and forth
plucking the
petals off flowers
wondering if
you love me not

please save me
from these lonely nights
if you love me

when we were
just little kids
our mothers told us
that monsters live
underneath our beds
and inside of
our closets

as we grow up
we realized that
there are no monsters
underneath our beds
or inside of
our closets

the real monsters
live among us
and they're often
disguised as
humans

after all this time
of being so afraid
we were actually
afraid of ourselves
because we are
the real monsters

to love you
was like stepping
into heaven
where the
angels were singing

to love you
was to realize
how beautiful
imperfections can be

but if loving you
felt like stepping
into heaven
then i must already
be dead

to love you
was to have
my heart broken
by you

to love you
was to feel
how it's like
being dead
while still breathing

to love you
was to feel
happiness and pain
all at once